#and it’s the only time M is mentioned wearing something other than the burgundy shirt iirc?
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Remember that mob boss Tony and smol omega Peter fic I mentioned a couple days ago? Here it is with a strong potential for a part two :)
Tag list: @prettyboy-parker, @nerdylocksandthethreebears.
Warnings: underage sex (Peter is his canon age), age difference, ago, light BDSM, power imbalance, choking,
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Tony sits with Peter perched in his lap wearing red today because Tony asked nicely. Usually he prefers a soft shade of pink that looks pretty against his pale skin but occasionally he’ll indulge Tony, always acting like its some kind of hardship even though he likes the extra attention Tony gives him when he wears the color. He likes to see Peter dressed up in his favorite color, and he especially likes the way the deep burgundy of Peter’s skirt matches Tony’s shirt almost like he planned to match him. He likes that they look like they belong together, that Peter is his and no one else's. Peter is pretty and he’s young, omegas like him are a hot commodity and he’s more than a little territorial when Peter lets him. He doesn’t much care for the secrecy of their relationship, he’s done worse shit than fall in love with a minor, but he does get why Peter doesn’t want to deal with the mess their relationship would cause. But whenever he gets the chance people know Peter is his and they damn well know better than to fuck with him.
He smiles and snakes his way up Peter’s thigh until he lets out a soft moan as he shifts a little under Tony’s touch. Technically he has business to attend to but right now he distracts himself with touching Peter, cupping him softly over his lace panties. Peter settles a hand on Tony’s arm and grips it tightly but doesn’t pull him away. He’s attempting to finish his physics homework and he’s having difficulty concentrating with Tony touching him. He continues to touch Peter softly, eyes focused on his face as Peter’s cheeks go a little red and he spreads his legs open more for him. “Good boy,” Tony murmurs in his ear, grinning as Peter whimpers softly.
“Tony,” he murmurs, hand moving to settle over Tony’s as he shifts is hips into Tony’s hand.
“You wet for me, baby?” he murmurs even though he can smell that he is.
Peter nods, “mhm.” He gasps as Tony’s hand slips under his panties, fingers tightening around Tony’s through the material. “Tony,” he says again, biting his lip as Tony strokes him.
“You want me to fuck you?” he murmurs, nosing at the underside of Peter’s neck. He tilts his head to the side immediately for Tony and moans when he sucks at the sensitive skin there. He’s fucking perfect, Tony made sure of it when he and Peter first started to fool around. Tony didn’t much care that he was young and inexperienced, that just made it easier for him to mold Peter into exactly the kind of lover he wanted and Peter was all too willing to go along with it. That, and he can’t say he dislikes the kind of power he has over Peter’s pleasure, teasing out his likes and dislikes before anyone else has the chance. All Peter knows is him and he makes sure his baby gets everything he needs.
“Yeah,” Peter tells him, voice edging in on desperate and that’s one of his favorite things about Peter, how easily worked up he is. Always ready to bend over for him, always so damn wet when he does. Tony pulls his hand away and ignores the small whine Peter lets out at the loss, tapping his hip instead. Peter lifts himself up obediently, not even needing to be told what Tony wants exactly and it makes Tony’s cock twitch. Obedient little omega, exactly the way Tony wants him.
He reaches down and undoes his belt, popping the button of his pants open and pulling out his cock. He strokes himself a couple times, already looking forward to the way Peter will feel around him. He’s always so damn good, so pliant for Tony, always willing to do whatever he wants. Tony’s pretty sure Peter’s got a thing for being used but doesn’t know it yet, doesn’t really have enough experience to know that’s why he likes Tony roughing him up so much not that it matters to him. What matters to him is the way Peter lets Tony lift up his skirt and pull his panties to the side before he guides Peter down onto him.
Peter makes these adorable little noises as he slowly sink down, panting a little as he adjusts to the intrusion but he’s good at this by now. He doesn’t need to be told how to move he just does it, riding Tony like that’s what he was made for. He sits back and watches Peter do the work, listening to Peter’s soft little moans as he does it. “You done your homework?” he asks.
“What?” Peter asks, voice breathy with an edge of confusion.
Tony grins, grabbing his hips and fucking up into him. “I asked if you were done your homework.” He doesn’t repeat himself often- actually he only ever repeats himself for Peter. Sometimes his baby needs a little extra time to process what he’s said and Tony is happy to give it to him. “I expect an answer, Peter,” he says after a moment, groaning low in his throat as Peter clenches around him just right. Fuck, he’s good.
“N-no,” he stutters out after a moment.
“Finish it, then,” Tony tells him. Peter whines, shooting Tony a near desperate look over his shoulder as he bounces on Tony’s dick.
“Tony, baby,” he moans, mouth dropping open as Tony hits the right spot. It doesn’t take long for Peter to be a whimpering whining mess desperately begging for it. “Just like that,” Peter tells him, “yeah, right there Tony you feel so good.” Tony pulls Peter’s hips down flush to him and holds him there, refusing to let him move. “Baby,” Peter murmurs, looking back over his shoulder at Tony.
“You don’t get to cum until you’re done your homework,” he says, “so get moving.”
Peter all but drops his head to the desk, letting out a disappointed groan that quickly turns to a moan as Tony lets go of his hips and fucks into him hard, causing Peter to gasp loudly. “I don’t think I can concentrate,” Peter tells him, words coming out fast as his fingers curl into fists over his note books.
“Then I guess you’ll be here all night,” Tony tells him, fucking into him at a leisurely pace.
“Tony,” Peter whines, reaching back and grabbing one of Tony’s wrists like that’ll do anything.
“Finish your homework baby, or I’ll pull out right now and leave you like this.” He won’t, wouldn’t do that to himself, but its a solid threat that has Peter grabbing for his pencil. He moans softly, shaking his head a little like that’ll help his focus. “That’s not it,” Tony murmurs as Peter writes the wrong answer out.
“Baby I can’t focus,” Peter tells him, grip too tight on his pencil. Tony lifts Peter off of him, smiling when Peter lets out a desperate, “no!” He turns to look back at Tony, pouting adorably.
Tony pulls him back down over him, pulling him in so Peter’s back is flush with his chest. He wraps a hand around Peter’s pretty neck and tightens his grip, moaning softly when Peter clenches around him. “You want more of that?” he asks. Peter nods as best as he can, action frantic. He pulls his hand away and Peter whines, grabbing at his wrist and putting his hand back against his throat.
“Please Tony, please you know how much I like it- ah!” He jerks a little in Tony’s lap as he tightens his fingers around Peter’s throat again because he does know how much Peter enjoys being choked, its probably one of his favorite things in or out of bed and he’d surprised Tony by coming to him with it. Nothing better than his sweet baby coming to him with filthy ideas about what he wants done to him in bed. If he wanted he could make Peter cum with his fingers wrapped around his throat and nothing else and he has. He loves the way Peter looks pressed up against a wall in some semi public hidey hole trying his damndest to stay quiet as Tony chokes him. Loves the way Peter’s hand will slip over his as his hips press into nothing, cheeks flushed as he cums from nothing but Tony’s hand around his neck.
But at the moment he’s got other plans, “you want more of that get your work done,” Tony tells him, pulling his hand away. Peter whines but leans forward again, grabbing his abandoned pencil and looking over his work. Its clear his focus is shot but he’s trying more than he was a few minutes ago.
He works through it slowly, ability to focus on the physics shot every ten seconds as Tony fucks into him but he does manage to finish a question. Tony brushes his fingers against Peter’s throat and gets a loud moan out of him for it. “Doing good, baby. But I want to finish some time tonight so hurry it up,” Tony tells him.
Peter whines at him again but he does his best to move faster, pausing only for a moment to move one of Tony’s hands under his skirt to feel him through his panties. Tony laughs a little, leaning in to kiss Peter’s neck as he strokes him through the lace. “Trying to give me a little reward, hmm?” he asks.
“Know how much you like when I wear pretty panties,” Peter tells him. Yeah, damn right he does. Likes when Peter doesn’t wear any at all too, depends on his mood and Peter tends to be good at predicting them.
Peter pants softly as he makes his way through his last question, hips jerking every so often as Tony works him over. “Tony ‘m gunna cum,” he says, squeezing his pencil tight.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Tony tells him, “you don’t get to cum till I fucking tell you to.” He slips his hand under Peter’s panties and strokes him just the way he likes, delighting in the way he lets out a sharp moan, hips moving as he tries desperately to fuck into Tony’s hand and ride him at the same time. He presses his face into Peter’s neck and he tilts his head for him immediately, moaning sharply as Tony’s teeth graze his neck.
“Claim me,” Peter tells him, “right now.”
Tony pulls away from him, grabbing Peter’s hips and holding them still in a near futile effort to keep from cumming on the spot. “Don’t move,” he tells Peter, panting harshly. He bites his lip hard to focus on something else, jerking back to the moment when Peter settles a hand over his, looking over his shoulder at him almost coyly.
“You like the sound of that, claiming me?” he asks, little fucking shit. Tony wraps a hand around his throat to get him to shut up while he leans forward and all but throws Peter’s homework off his desk. Probably throws a bunch of his important shit all over the place too but he doesn’t really give a damn about that right now.
He lets go of Peter and prods him out of his lap, ignoring the offended noise Peter makes. “On the desk,” Tony tells him, forcefully spinning him around and pushing him onto it. Peter gets the message fast and settles in a little before laying back, spreading his legs wide for Tony. “That’s it,” Tony murmurs, running his hands down Peter’s thighs until he reaches his panties. He pushes them aside and presses back into Peter.
“Fuck, yeah,” Peter murmurs, legs curling around Tony as he tries to push Tony in further.
“You want me to claim you?” Tony asks just to be sure.
Peter nods frantically, “mhm. Want to be yours, want everyone to know I’m yours,” Peter tells him.
Tony leans into his neck and moans, “any other surprises you got for me, baby?” he asks, curling a hand into Peter’s hair and gripping it tight as he forces his head to the side. Peter moans loudly, back arching into him as Tony bites him with meaning this time, though not hard enough to break the skin. He wants the bite in the perfect spot, wants to tease Peter a little with it too, pushing him to the edge before he claims his baby.
“I hate when you pull out,” Peter tells him, “want you to cum inside me. What’s the point of fucking me raw if you never cum inside me?” he asks in an almost whiny tone that has Tony’s grip in Peter’s hair growing tighter.
“That right, hmm? You want me to cum in your pretty little ass?” Peter nods and Tony bites at him again, a little rougher but still not enough to break the skin.
Peter wraps his arms around him, one hand moving to curl into Tony’s hair and pull. He shivers and Peter pulls at it again. “Want you to do whatever you want to me,” Peter tells him. Tony gasps softly, burying his face in Peter’s neck to try and ground himself a little. “Want you to use me baby, fuck me like you don’t even care about me at all, like I’m your hole to fuck,” he says and Tony can’t do it, he can’t hold back anymore so he bites Peter placement be damned as he cums hard in Peter’s ass.
He stays there like that for a long time before he pulls his teeth out, nosing softly at Peter’s neck and only just now noticing how Peter is mewling at him all sweet and soft. “You okay?” he asks, kissing the underside of Peter’s jaw.
Peter nods, “yeah, ‘m okay. Was really good,” he murmurs. “Want you to fuck me like that all the time.”
Tony laughs a little as be pulls back and kisses Peter lightly. “When did you figure all this out, hmm?”
Peter kisses him back, arms tightening around his neck. “Realized a couple weeks ago when you had a bad day and you basically shoved me into bed, didn’t even ask and-” Peter’s words cut out as he moans and Tony can feel that he’s getting slicker just thinking about it. “Fuck, you were so hot like that, angry and looking for something to take it out on. Were so good for me that day. Not so much when I woke up the next day, but I don’t mind being sore,” he murmurs.
Yeah, Tony remembers that. Fucking Rogers was being a pain in his ass again, acting like his usual sanctimonious self but he’d been in a bad mood that day. Hell, depending on who he asks he’s in a bad mood every day but not usually with Peter. He just happened to not have patience that day and Peter had gone from chattering about his day to moaning underneath him real fucking quick.
Hmm. “Next time speak up sooner baby, I don’t like missing out on important details,” he murmurs, kissing Peter softly again.
He’s heard the warning before, but never directed towards him. Usually its a death threat to someone he doesn’t like and Peter has been around more than long enough to know it not that it matters. Poor baby, he’s ready to go all over again. Who knew Peter wanted the same cold treatment everyone else got?
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Peter examines his claim bite in the mirror, touching it softly and moaning. He reaches down and touches the other one Tony left on his inner thigh and shivers. He hadn’t even asked, just went ahead and did it and Peter swears he’s never cum so hard in his life and Tony has taken good care of him. He sighs though because he has to cover it up before he can leave the house because he doesn’t really want to explain any of this to May. He doesn’t want to cover up the bite but he doesn’t get a choice either so he sighs and rifles through his closet.
He finds a suitable sweater and tosses it aside before turning back to his clothes. He’s going to see Tony before school so he wants to look nice, tempting even, so he grabs that pretty pink pleated skirt that’s way too short after he went through that growth spurt last year. He considers a matching shirt when he happens to notice that old AC/DC shirt he’d stolen from Tony a couple weeks ago to sleep in. Its soft against his skin and Tony had gone absolutely wild over it, pinning Peter to his mattress and fucking him hard while he scented the hell out of him. Pretty sure it took him a solid week to get the smell of Tony’s cologne out of his skin not that he minded much.
So he grabs the shirt and strips out of his pajamas, throwing the shirt on and wiggling himself into the skirt. That takes a little more time thanks to it being too small, but he manages. He grabs the sweater, throwing it on over top of his outfit and snorting when he realizes the sweater is almost longer than the skirt. Whatever, he’ll look all the more appealing to Tony then. Though that claim bite on his thigh is noticeable too, so he’s going to have to make this fast.
He sticks his head out of his room and finds May nowhere in sight and breathes a sigh of relief before grabbing his bag. He makes it almost to the door before May appears. “Peter, what are you-”
“Bye May, see you after school!” he says quickly, grinning at her before all but running out the door before she can tell him to change. He makes a dash for the stairwell too, hearing the door to the apartment open behind him as he flees down the stairs. Close call, but he managed.
The good news is that when Tony sees him he immediately abandons his coffee and stalks towards him, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him into the closest spot that’s semi hidden from the rest of the general public. Tony presses him into the wall behind him, kissing him harshly as he runs a hand up Peter’s thigh and then up his skirt. He hadn’t bothered with panties today because he was kind of hoping he’d get this reaction out of Tony.
“Fuck baby, you show up expecting me to bend you over?” he murmurs in Peter’s ear.
Peter grins and bites his lip, “was kind of hoping you would,” he says.
Tony pulls back and looks him over for a moment before he grabs his arm and pulls him out from their alcove. Peter allows Tony to pull him along, grinning when he sees the car. Tony pulls the door open and all but shoves Peter in. He goes, crawling over the seat and shifting onto his back, spreading his legs for Tony. He climbs in fast after that, slamming the door shut behind him and turning to Peter. He only examines him for a moment before he’s reaching out and pressing two fingers into him. “Mm baby, so wet for me,” he murmurs.
“Gunna fuck me?” he asks, shifting his hips a little. Tony nods, pulling his belt open and popping the button on his jeans. He unceremoniously pulls himself out, eyes focused on Peter the whole time before he presses into Peter fast. He moans loud as Tony fucks into him fast and hard.
“Gunna breed your tight little ass,” Tony all but growls at him.
“Yeah, breed me baby, wanna feel you,” Peter tells him.
“Feel so fucking good around me, wearing my clothes and that skirt,” Tony tells him. “It’s fucking sinful to see you wearing that, showing off both your claim bites. Really want everyone to know your mine, hmm?”
Peter nods, “love it when people know I’m yours. Can’t wait till I’m out of high school so we don’t gave to hide,” Peter moans. He loves May but she’d never understand this, would never get how Tony knows him like no one else. Peter loves him with everything he has and Tony loves him too, he knows he does. He’s seen the way Tony treats everyone else, always harsh and demanding and sometimes bordering on cruel. Its probably not any kind of healthy obsession, but Peter has kind of developed a thing for Tony’s voice when he’s angry. He’s always so passionate, so powerful. Peter has gotten off more than once to the idea of Tony using that power against him not that he ever would, not really. Everyone else has noticed Tony’s moods too- more than one person has come to him to get him to convince Tony of something and sometimes, for fun, he does it. Tony always listens without fail and that’s attractive too, in a different way.
His thoughts scatter as Tony’s teeth graze over the claim bite on his neck as he whines loud and high. “That’s right baby,” Tony murmurs, “let everyone outside know you’re mine too.”
His breath hitches up and his back arches as he tangles his fingers in Tony’s button down. “Fuck Tony yeah, that’s it, that’s so- so good,” Peter says, voice taking on a slightly desperate edge as Tony wraps a hand around his throat. He can’t help it, the reaction is instant and Peter clenches his legs together, pinning Tony’s hips between them as moans. The weight of Tony’s hand around his throat, squeezing just right has his toes curling. Does every time he does it and Peter happened to know he was into this before Tony not that he’d tell him that. He doesn’t have much experience, but he dated a guy named Quentin for a few months. He learned pretty quick that he liked to be choked and Tony does it better than Quent ever did. Knows just where to press to make Peter a little light headed before he lets him go.
“That’s it pretty baby, take it good,” Tony murmurs, panting a little as he fucks into Peter. He looks so god damn hot like that, like he’s half wild for Peter.
“Tony,” Peter squeaks out around Tony’s hand. Tony lets up on his grip a little, huffing out a laugh when Peter lets out an involuntary noise of displeasure. “M’gunna cum soon,” he tells Tony.
“You wanna cum on my dick?” Tony asks and Peter nods.
“Mhm, wanna feel you with me all day, remember the way you feel when you’re inside me,” Peter tells him. Tony pushes into him hard and he moans, growing louder when Tony shifts his position so he’s fucking into Peter deep with his hand around his throat. He can feel himself getting a little woozy and he moans, curling a hand over Tony’s. Tony’s fingers curl a little tighter and Peter’s vision starts to fuzz out. He lets go of Peter then and Peter whines about it, “baby,” he mumbles, disgruntled.
“What, you wanna pass out?” Tony asks and Peter nods, making another disgruntled noise when Tony stops moving.
“Tony,” Peter tells him, prodding at him gently to keep going.
Tony presses his face into Peter’s neck and he sighs. Alphas. “You want me to choke you till you pass out?” he murmurs and Peter likes that he takes care to make sure things are okay.
“And keep fucking me too,” Peter tells him.
Tony’s fingers curl tight in his hair as he pulls Peter’s head back. “When’d you figure that out, baby?” Tony murmurs.
“Not too long ago,” Peter says. “Was kind of toying around with my fantasies.”
“Maybe you should make a list of those fantasies for me, hmm?” Tony says in his ear.
Peter grins, “this is one of them.”
*
He’s at his locker feeling satiated and extra loved because this morning his non existent breakfast with Tony included gifts. He’d already loved the thigh high boots, he’s been wanting a pair since forever but gets stuck sticking with thigh high socks because those are a hell of a lot cheaper. Tony had liked the boots on him almost as much as Peter had and he hadn’t really expected more- he hadn’t even expected the boots- but Tony has always had a thing for going above and beyond.
The mirror in his locker reflects his other gift and he grins as he touches the collar. Its thin and a soft pink that makes it understated but in a pretty way. Knowing Tony it’s actually some ridiculously expensive collar but he’s learned by now not to look up the price of his gifts. Besides, this one is too exciting to care about anyway. He’s wanted a collar from Tony basically since the moment and Tony knows what this means to him so he’s excited.
“Parker, if you want to be a hooker at least drop out of school first,” an irritatingly familiar voice says from behind him. He rolls his eyes dramatically and turns around to give Flash a bored look over his shoulder.
“If you’re looking to buy, you can’t afford me,” Peter tells him blandly.
“Yeah, you’re not my type,” Flash says, wrinkling his nose like Peter is disgusting or something.
There was a time he would have taken offense to that, spent days agonizing over if Flash was right or not but those days have long come and passed. He remembers when he’d told Tony how he felt after a particularly rough day of dealing with Flash’s bullshit and he also remembers the hours Tony spent murmuring compliments and sweet nothings in his ear. Tony hasn’t stopped since and Tony’s affections are difficult to get. He knows now that Flash is the wrong one.
He shrugs his shoulders lightly, “must suck to live in whatever fucked up reality you’ve fallen into,” Peter tells him, grabbing his text book and walking away. He ignores how Flash looks kind of bewildered and confused because he has better things to do.
*
Tony doesn’t expect to find Peter in his bed when he gets back and he definitely doesn’t expect to find him mostly naked except for a pretty lace thong and burgundy thigh highs. He walks over as Peter lifts his ass a little as an invitation. Tony runs his hand over him, moving down his hip and over his back until he��s pressing Peter into the mattress by his neck. Peter moans loud, toes curling in his socks.
“You’re insatiable today,” Tony murmurs, leaning in to kiss Peter’s shoulder blade when he smells it. “Probably because you’re going into heat.”
Peter shifts under him and Tony lets him up, entertaining his confused look when he does. “Are you sure?” he asks.
Like Tony’s never smelled an omega in heat before. “Baby I’m more than sure and you might want to call May to make your excuses now because we have maybe twenty minutes before all rational decision making leaves us both.” Its easier when there’s no attachment but he can already feel himself drifting towards Peter, intent in pressing him into the mattress and fucking him into next week and he knows Peter feels the same way, he can see it and smell it.
“You sure I can’t kiss you first?” Peter asks, pouting.
Tony laughs a little, “definitely not baby, go on. Make it quick,” he tells Peter, admiring the pretty shape of his ass as he heaves out a sigh and walks away, hips swaying gently as he does. Rumlow best not make good on his threats on Peter’s life because if he does he’ll live to regret it for at least a couple weeks before Tony might give him the mercy of death. If he’s feeling polite.
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Noona || Ateez
↳ About — After months without seeing each other, you and Ateez decide to have a fun night out in a hip nightclub in Hongdae. A sudden argument cuts your celebrations short, but a late night visit promises to get your mood up again.
↳ Pairing — ? x reader
↳ Genre — idol!ateez, producer!reader, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst, noona!reader
↳ Word count — 16k+
↳ Rating — M/+18
↳ Warnings — None, but it's mature content. Be aware that the main character is older than the boys. Secret pairing (revealed during the story!)
↳ Cross-post — AO3
Author’s Note: this originally had an OC, but I changed it to be reader insert. Still, there are some descriptions of the main character. Wasn't proofread. Might have a continuation but works just fine as a oneshot! This was my first time writing mature content (and my first writing piece in god knows how long) so bear with me hehe Any feedback is always appreaciated!
Some days are easier than others. Today was definitely on the bad side, that's why a night out with friends seemed like the best idea to cool off. After countless stressful meetings at work, including passionate discussions with coworkers and complications with important clients, you couldn't wait to get home, take a nice shower and spend a few hours invested in a hot look for the night.
You see, it's not every night that your eight best friends are available for some fun, much less including a nice pajama party with lots of wine, soju and bad TV shows. There's good and bad in being friends with an idol group, although the bad likes to manifest more often than not. Ateez's maknae didn't exactly celebrate his definite passage to adulthood properly - that is, didn't get wasted like there's no tomorrow and make bad decisions at some stinky club at the hip side of town - thanks to their schedule, so imagine your surprise when you received a very excited call during your shitty afternoon.
Jongho had called you to make sure you had no plans for the night and share interesting news: they had the weekend off and a nice VIP section in one of the best spots in Hongdae. Lots of free drinks, good music and, the best of all, no curfew. That, of course, came with one small price, that only seemed good to you in the end. All eight boys needed to sleep over yours. Something common when you had late nights, since some crazy fans - better yet, sasaengs - loved camping at their dorm door, and news of all of them coming home stupidly drunk at who knows what hours was terrible publicity.
That call came at the best time possible; a way to brighten your cloudy day. After talking to him and the loud boys screaming at the back, your little free time during the day was spent planning your outfit, makeup and hair. Everyone needs some me-time at times. You definitely needed it today, no doubt. That's why you decided to clock out a little earlier and ran home as soon as you could. The boys were excited, but not nearly as excited as you. It felt like years since you all had enough time to actually share a conversation - their overseas tour left you a little needy and missing them a bit too much.
Living in South Korea and working with entertainment left you with very little friends, and ever since you started getting close to the idol group, that list got even smaller. Imagine the horror if the world knew any of them was hanging around with a woman - a foreigner, no less! If their fans knew they ever slept at your house, all hell would be loose. But you wouldn't change it for the world, no matter how many times the boys apologized or needed to cancel on you. You loved them all too much nonetheless, always a soft heart, even with your permanent resting bitch face.
Only a few people in your life knew of such friendship, including your closest friends back at home. They were huge fans of the group, but would never tell a soul of your closeness. That's why the boys were fond of them, they knew they would be there for you, always. Although they never met, the plan was still there! You intended to visit home when the boys would perform in your home country, so to make sure the crazy encounter would happen - your friends might've forced you to pinky-promise to introduce them, not that you'd hold it against them anyway.
After months without being able to see the group, you decided to go all the way with your look for the night. It was a special occasion, after all! Heading home, you had a close idea of what you were shooting for, knowing that you'd need to let loose soon or you'd burst.
Even if some would think being around such handsome men would be bad for your already fucked up self esteem, their effect was the opposite. They made you feel alive and noticed. No matter where you were, you were sure that you were accompanied by the hottest guys in the room. And, even in a platonic way, you knew you were the one they were spending the whole night with. Not just that, but it gave you a nice excuse to get dressed up properly, since you had to measure up!
All you could think about was the beautiful - and sinful - little dress you'd bought weeks prior. The velvet piece caught your attention while you were walking in a busy street. You weren't one to buy dresses, that's for sure, but you were also looking for a change and that dress meant just that. With the burgundy piece in mind, you started to finish planning your look while riding the subway home. The club wasn't far from your apartment complex - Seul was a small city compared to your not-so-missed hometown - so you had more than enough time to get your game face on.
At home, you rushed to take a well-deserved hot shower, getting your hair a little humid so you could model it however you wanted. The long locks fell over your shoulder to your waist, a mix of platinum blond, gray and dark pink. You had just changed it - something common for you - and were happy it looked as good as you hoped when you did it late at night last Saturday. With some mood making music on, you were ready to get started.
You curled your hair in a 50's fashion, one of your favorite looks, and pushed it back to get your makeup done. Always a sucker for autumn colors, you did your eyes with a smoky brownish red and orange palette, finishing it with a long cat-eye, your trademark. You did your skin next, making sure to put some rose-colored blush on your cheeks, as if you maybe had a drink or two before leaving. Some highlighter to finish it nicely, and a gradient for your lips. Dark red on the inside, blending with a light brown nude matte lipstick you loved wearing. 24 hours effect, of course. You planned on drinking as much as you could and your makeup needed to still be there once the night was over!
When you were satisfied with your makeup, you took your fishnets tights and the burgundy velvet dress, heading to get dressed. The dress hugged your curves perfectly - and you were very proud of them, of course, knowing that all that time you spent working out wasn't for nothing. The barely-there straps fell into a beautiful, plunged neckline, showing just enough cleavage. The dress ended mid-thigh, letting your tattoo be seen. It had a V-shaped cut on the back, ending in a zipper that went until almost the hem of the dress. It showed your back tattoo beautifully, the color complementing the cherry blossom art. It was perfect, simple as that. With the nude fishnets with tiny strass rocks, a matching velvet choker with golden details and your black high heeled boots, it was the best look you wore all year, and it only got you more excited for what was to come - you felt like you could do anything.
You texted your group chat, knowing it was almost time to leave. The boys told you your name was on the list and they were already heading that way. You took one last look in the mirror, adjusting your cleavage and messing your hair a bit. After preparing the house for your late night guests, you took your dark blue jean jacket, your black clutch and had a shot of soju to get started.
Once you got out of the elevator, Hongjoong texted you to let you know they were already there and settled. Your stomach was flipping from how excited you were. The thought of a great night had you with a smile stuck on your face. Your taxi arrived while you were writing back, so you just said you'd be there in five and got in the car.
Inside the fairly packed club, you went to the back and talked to the bouncer to be let into the secluded VIP area. You could see the boys sitting at a sofa with three tables, up the stairs, looking every bit as handsome as you could remember, if not more. God really had His favorites and all eight of those boys made the list. It was unfair how they looked effortlessly beautiful, as if they owned the place - and if they told anyone that, no one would even doubt it. It just served as a reminder that they really belonged in the public eye. It'd be a waste if they did anything else - not to mention how talented they are, of course.
Hongjoong was the first to catch your attention. His bright blue hair contrasted perfectly with his all black look. He wore black dress shoes, combined with dress pants and a half-buttoned black dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up, turning the fancy outfit into a great choice for a fancy club. His hair was pushed back, and his earrings shone in the low, reddish light of the space. To top it off, he wore a gold chain and a leather choker. His light makeup, a mix between his stage aura and his street looks, complemented his look incredibly well.
To his left, Mingi sat, relaxing back into the leather sofa with a drink in hand. His a-bit-too-long blonde fringe was tossed to the side, with hairspray making sure it wouldn't fall in his eyes. Also wearing all black, he sported a tight turtleneck, showing his slim body well. With a suit jacket clashing with his black, ripped skinny jeans and dress shoes, he looked like he belonged in a runaway. He laughed at something the eldest said, pulling a bit at his collar.
Seonghwa was laughing and kept talking, inclined to the front. His tye-dye blue button-up had at least five buttons unbuttoned, showing a little of his toned chest - he seemed to have gained a nice bronze hue while on tour. He wore light jeans and casual shoes. His hair was also parted to the side, still sporting silver highlights. His earrings dangled as he laughed, and his rings drew attention to his elegant hands.
Yeosang sat at Hongjoong's right side, seeming preoccupied with his phone while his hyungs conversed. His blonde mullet was partially covered by a red beanie. He wore a jean jacket with black, ripped pants. They had something written in black and red letters, clearly a designer piece. Beneath his jacket was a white, printed shirt. His pants ended in a simple, dark blue sneaker. Although he sported a loose demeanor, his face showed he was a bit anxious. It had been a long time since they went out at home, and it seemed like he would take a bit longer to really relax.
Jongho was at his side, trying to get his attention. His bright, copper hair fit perfectly with the club environment. His feet were moving to the beat of whatever song was on, his dress shoes shining every now and then under the high table. He wore a simple, black shirt, complemented by black, ripped, skinny jeans. They seemed to be the groups' favorite clothing item lately. Over it all, he wore a velvet, mustard jacket. It matched his hair and skin tone just right, and he didn't look as much like the cute maknae anymore.
Seonghwa turned to Yunho, who seemed focused on trying to understand what they were talking about. As soon as the eldest talked to him, he opened a big smile, closing his eyes and tossing his head back in a heartfelt laugh. His simple, golden necklace was shaking along with his chest while he tried to calm down. His white, low cut shirt showed his collarbones, his skin also golden after the time abroad. Over it he wore a black leather jacket, with small details on the sleeves and on the shoulders. He was wearing black, bomber pants, with big pockets on both sides and a small chain on the right side. His black and white dancing sneakers were also being beat along with the music, and he never looked so relaxed. He's light, pink hair was a bit messy, probably suffering from the amount of times he ran his hand over it, pushing it back - the same gesture he was repeating now, making his grandpa's ring appear in the low light.
San was standing up, facing the crowd downstairs while leaning on the balcony and moving his hips slightly to the music, like the movement came naturally to him - which seemed to be the utmost truth. His light look seemed to contrast with the rest of the group. While everyone seemed to rely on black for at least a piece or two, he wore a cream, dress shirt, unbuttoned in the same pattern as the others. He paired it with highwaisted, almost white jeans and white sneakers. His blonde, ash hair was a little longer, and fell perfectly over his face while he looked around. His gold earrings matched with his bracelets and chain, and no matter how shinning the objects were, they couldn't stand a chance over his chilled smirk; lips moving slowly, mouthing the lyrics to the song being blasted at the moment.
While he was distracted, Wooyoung came up to him with two shots of soju, scaring his groupmate in a friendly way. They laughed together, and Wooyoung tossed his dark brown hair back, before taking the shot. He licked his lips and smiled, saying something you couldn't understand from where you were standing. He also wore long earrings, matching with a few leather bracelets. He sported a light blue jean ensemble, but his jacket looked long forgotten on the sofa. His white shirt clinged to his body perfectly, and the rolled sleeves over his shoulder highlight his arms - he clearly had been working out. His black, leather belt was the only dark item he wore. The white converse sneakers seemed to be brand new, shining with a light red tone thanks to the lighting of the area. He looked around, as if searching, and his eyes landed on you, on the bottom of the stairs, trying to get the bouncer's attention. Although you couldn't exactly hear him, you could see clearly what he mouthed, while smirking.
"Noona!"
You looked at him and laughed, pointing at the bouncer and making a mock annoyed face. He didn't say anything, just smiled back and started to walk slowly towards you. He seemed to eye you up and down, trying to figure out what you were wearing and failing - you were surrounded by a few people and the bouncer covered you almost completely.
"Excuse me! Hi!" you said, flashing a friendly smile. "My name is on the list, I'm-"
"With us," before you could finish, Wooyoung butted in, finally reaching you. "You can let her in."
The bouncer only nodded and stepped aside, letting you through to the VIP area. You took a few steps but were stopped by Wooyoung, who then took two back to look at you in the dim, mock corridor light.
"Fuck, noona, this is definetly new," he smirked. "You look amazing."
"Look at you, swearing like this!" you laughed, slapping him lightly on the shoulder and smirking back. "I'd twirl for you, baby, but I don't wanna have to do it twice, so you'll have to wait just a bit."
"Why not just for me? I thought I was special," he joked.
"You are, but I'm also too anxious to see all of you to waste time under the stairs."
"You hurt me like this!"
"Come on, now. I need to see how everyone will react to this look. It took me long to look this good!"
"I missed you too much, you know?" he laughed and hugged you.
He pulled you by the hand, heading upstairs towards their booth. The anticipation of seeing all of them again made you nervous and excited at the same time; your stomach turning. You could see their confused looks when Wooyoung climbed the stairs turning to realization when they saw he was bringing someone along. It seemed to take them a beat to recognize you - the last time you saw each other was a messy sleepover that probably ruined your reputation with them forever, and the same the other way around.
San took a step closer, saying your name happily and coming in for a hug. You gladly held him back, smiling back at him. Once he let you go he mimicked Wooyoung's action from a moment before, stepping back and looking at what you were wearing. All the boys called for you and you laughed, joyous to be with them again after so long.
"How's our late-birthday boy tonight?" you said, smiling at Jongho.
"Pumped to start celebrating!" he smiled back.
"You look great, noona!" Hongjoong added, smiling fondly at you.
"My, my! Thank you, Hongie. You guys look amazing, as always! It must be exhausting to look so good all the time," they laughed, a few standing up to come and hug you. "Before you mess my outfit hugging the life out of me, I promised Woo a twirl."
"The runaway is yours," Mingi joked.
"Oh well, if it is, I'll make it count."-you tossed your hair back, placing your clutch on one of the tables.
Taking a step back, almost leaning on the balcony, you took your jacket off. The dress looked even better with the red and blue light shining over it, and your fishnets were glowing perfectly with the rocks reflecting the light. You tossed your jacket playfully at San, who just smirked and placed it on the sofa, next to Wooyoung's. You twirled slowly, making a few poses and putting your hair to the side, falling over your front, on the left.
You started to walk towards them, swaying your hips and smiling; certainly enjoying the playful atmosphere. With a final 180 turn, showing your back tattoo and looking back, you finally head towards the sofa, hiding your face with an embarrassed smile while the boys laughed and clapped at you.
"God, I missed you all so, so much," you laughed, trying to look at all of them and take them in.
"We missed you too," Yeosang answered, smiling softly. "And now we can start this party."
"Of course! Thanks for waiting for me."
"It's not like we had to wait for long. And we did get a head start on the drinking part, so you should try and match us, noona!" Seonghwa said while pouring you two shots of soju.
"Can you guys stop calling me that?" you groaned. "I'm only two years older than you, Hwa! You make me feel like a grandma when you keep calling me 'noona'. I have a name and you're more than welcome to use it."
"The more you get mad about it, the more we're gonna use it and you know it," Yunho said, laughing while he looked at his phone.
"Okay! Rule one of the night, created specially because of Yeosang and Yunho!"-both of them looked at you the second you mentioned their names-"Cellphones on the table! Come on, guys. I haven't seen you in forever and we're celebrating tonight. Together! Let's forget about the whole virtual world for a while now, okay?"
"Now you sound like a grandma," Yeosang said back, but he let go of his phone anyway, a small smile betraying him.
"Yunho?" you said, expectantly.
"Fine, fine. You're right. Let's get this started."
"Yay!" you cheered. "You've made me happier already. Now let's start drinking!"
You tossed back both soju shots, smiling devilish while pouring two more. After finishing filling up your cups, you served everyone else, two bottles gone in a blink. Before you knew it, you were on your fifth round, and switching to fancy cocktails you had a hard time pronouncing. It was always clear that you handled alcohol better than most of them, so you passed their number in no time.
"Who wants to dance?" Wooyoung said, getting up and interrupting the small talk going around the booth. When nobody answered, he pouted. Just then, a reggaeton song came up.
"Oh, god! Me! I love this song," you replied, smiling and getting up, already dancing playfully. "Who'll join us? It's terrible to be the only ones dancing in this section!"
When silence took place again, you and Wooyoung exchanged looks and started pulling the boys, one by one, up. Some playfully tried to sit again, but you two were keen on getting everyone on the dance floor on the upstairs area, hoping it would help the group loosen up.
"You're almost taller than me today, if feels weird," Hongjoong said, laughing.
"Oh, stop." you said, smiling softly at him. "Don't tease me or I'll wear the 6 inch heels next time!"
"It feels like ages since I last danced like this," he said, a few moments later, holding your hands and dancing terribly on purpose.
"There's no better way to dance," you answered, matching his steps.
"I can think of a lot of ways that are better than this mess!" Seonghwa laughed.
"But you wouldn't want it any other way, right?" you clapped back, smiling. "Me neither."
A strong hip hop song came on, and you, Mingi and Yunho shared wide grins, already going to the middle of the semi circle your group had formed. The beat was dropping heavily, and Mingi was the first one to start dancing to it, strong steps, smooth body rolls and a lot of teasing. Yunho soon followed, twerking intensely while Mingi started to do the same. They were laughing too hard, and the rest of the boys seemed to be having a great time just watching. You walked up to the two boys, holding Mingi's left shoulder and Yunho's right one, starting to sway your hips to the intense beats. Soon you were twerking to it, and the boys playfully clapped, starting to drop to the music, soon coming up again and crowding you.
You couldn't help but laugh at the mess your group was. Yunho started twerking again, this time pulling you to do the same. When he started to go down again, you pointed accusingly at him while the rest of the boys cheered him and Mingi on.
"It's not fair!" you said, pouting. "This dress doesn't let me do that and you know it."
"Come on, noona," Mingi said, pulling you and trying to make you follow his moves. "Show him what you got!"
Laughing, you pushed him back and started to swirl your hips, gradually going down until your hands almost touched the floor. There, you ran your hands through your hair, pushing its length up while looking up at the boys, grinning. You did a 180 turn and got up, pushing your bottom back and throwing your hair to your left side, looking back at Mingi's and Yunho's faces as they cheered for you. As a final touch, you slapped your right hip playfully, winking at them.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Jongho said, laughing. "Now it's a party."
You pulled the youngest to the space Yunho and Mingi were occupying moments before, dancing happily with him while a hype song came on. He blushed a soft pink when you and Yeosang started to dance around him. It wasn't long before the rest of the group started doing the same, some holding cups, drinking and laughing at his reaction.
The nine of you seemed to dance forever before sitting down again, looking at the other few booths on the VIP section. You couldn't recognize anyone there, but you knew that they had money or were influential in a way. You always enjoyed going to that club with the boys, knowing you could trust the space and the staff not to say a thing about their visits. They always seemed more comfortable there, and that was more than enough reason for turning it into your meeting spot.
Mingi got up to order another round of cocktails for the table, as well as some appetizers. Some of the boys were starting to get tipsy, and looking adorable with pinkish cheeks and relaxed smiles. You weren't sure of much, especially during your time working abroad, but you were sure of one thing: you absolutely adored them. Just seeing them happy and loosening up was more than enough to get your mood better, already forgetting about the nasty day you had at work.
"I love you guys," you said, smiling.
"Are you getting drunk, noona?" Jongho said, laughing. The rest of the boys soon followed.
"Of course not! Don't forget I'm always the only sober one at the end of the night when we drink together!" you huffed, faking an annoyed look. "I just… Really miss you guys sometimes. You know I'm too soft for my own good."
"All jokes aside, we love you too. Now don't get all soft and mushy, we still have a long way to go tonight! It's not even 1am yet," Hongjoong laughed and hugged you, pulling you close on the sofa.
"I know, I know. Where's Mingi with the drinks anyway?"
"Someone missing me already?" Mingi said, sitting on your right side.
"More like missing the drinks you went to get."-everyone laughed at your answer, while Mingi fake pouted.-"What are your plans for the night, by the way?"
"What do you mean?" Yeosang asked.
"Well, you know my apartment is ready for you guys either way, but I can see some girls in other booths looking over every now and then. So, are you planning on meeting someone tonight or just chilling?"
"Noona!" Jongho said, mock scandalized. "We're not here for that."
"What? It doesn't hurt to ask! I just don't wanna be surprised like before, you know?" you said teasingly, looking at San. "When a certain someone met a girl at the bathroom line and disappeared for an hour while we were planning on heading out."
"You can't blame me!" San said.
"Never! But it's good to be prepared, so we don't end up asking the bouncers for help again."
"We're not leaving anyone behind tonight, we're just here to chill and celebrate," Hongjoong said.
"Alright, alright! Don't beat me for asking," you laughed, and everyone got quiet for a beat too long, using their glasses as a distraction.
"What about you?" Yunho said.
"What about me?" you asked, confused.
"What's your plan?"
"My plan is to have the best night ever with my boys, of course!" you laughed. "Why'd you ask? No one's ever flirted with me when I was with you, guys. I bet people think we're in a crazy, kinky relationship or something."-all the boys laughed at that, looking at the scandalized waiter that came with your drinks as you said that.-"Oh, god. I'm sorry!"
"You turned a few heads tonight, noona. Maybe you should open your eyes before saying no one'll flirt with you," Wooyoung said, smirking again.
"When? Where? Show me!" you joked. "It's been ages since I flirted, might as well get back in the game tonight."
"There's a guy on the booth to your left that's been looking at you since we danced," San added.
You looked around, finding a few guys sitting next to you. One of them caught your attention. He had black hair, a lip ring and a tattoo sleeve. He seemed to be really tall, considering he filled the sofa with his long legs, clad in skinny ripped and stained jeans. His large shirt was tucked into the front of his jeans, and the collar fell off his shoulder, revealing a bit of his chest tattoo. He seemed a bit older than you, around 25 years old, maybe.
He looked exciting. You were definitely interested. And as he returned your gaze, you could see that so was he.
"I think I'm in love," you half joked.
"Noona!" Jongho said, laughing and drinking a bit more, looking clearly tipsy.
"Woo, baby," you said, looking at him. "Won't you dance with me again, seriously this time?"
"Why him?" Yunho butted in.
"We all know that Woo has no limits, and neither do I," you laughed. "He won't mind playing around a bit to help me see if I can really catch that guy's attention."
"Noona," Wooyoung smirked, "of course I'll be your partner in crime. Just be careful not to change your target after it."
"You're too full of yourself sometimes," you said, smirking back. "I love it."
Wooyoung laughed and got up, offering you his hand while one of The Weeknd's hits started to play. You gladly took his hand, getting up slowly and turning towards the table, sending a smile to the guys one last time before heading close to the balcony with him - a great spot to put on a show for your crush for the night.
Maybe it was the alcohol rushing through your veins, or the thrill of having someone's attention, but you knew you were treading dangerous waters, with no life jacket, and were loving every tiny second of it. As you and Wooyoung started to get closer, you could feel heat rushing to your cheeks. At the same time, "Try Me" was being blasted through the club's speakers, fueling your resolution.
You weren't a great dancer compared to the group of performers, but you knew very well how to move your body to sensuous beats. And that's what you did. As Wooyoung took a step back, you started rocking towards him, moving your hips slowly, fitting the song as perfectly as you could while balancing on your huge heels - your pride and joy, being able to walk on them so gracefully.
He looked at you with a challenging gaze, a slow smirk showing on his handsome face. If you didn't value their friendship so much, you knew all of those boys would be huge trouble in your life. And since you and Wooyoung played this game more often than not, you knew that he and San would ruin your every resolution if you let them.
Once you got close enough to him, chest to chest, he started moving his hips in sync with yours. Slowly going down and coming back, coming too close to your face. So close you could feel his breath tickling your cheek. You smiled at him, whispering a "nice" in his ear. You then turned around, pressing your back to his front and placing his hands on your hips. You started moving again, slowly, feeling the beat rushing through you. He held your hips a bit tighter, closer.
You pushed back just a little bit, earning a hiss and a small laugh from him. Every movement he made seemed to fuel yours, becoming more and more certain, as if you were starting to lose yourselves to the music and it's sensual atmosphere. He moved one of his hands up your arms, a touch barely there, and held onto your shoulders, stopping the movement of his hips so he could mold himself into yours. You melted into the rhythm and kept dancing until the song ended.
"You're dangerous tonight," he said after you stopped dancing.
"So are you, Woo," you whispered back. "You shouldn't go around playing games you can't finish."
When he was about to answer, Yunho interrupted you two, leaning on the balcony.
"You seem keen on getting that guy's attention," he said, nonchalantly.
"Some attention is never bad," you answered, looking at him.
"He was paying attention, alright."-he stepped closer, while Wooyoung excused himself, saying he'd get another drink.-"Dance with me next."
"What? You think dancing with another guy is a good idea?"
"Well, if you only dance with Wooyoung, he'll think you're together."-you hit yourself on the forehead lightly, mouthing an "of course".
"I don't see why not. We're here to have fun, right?" you said, but a bit unsure.
"If attention is all you want, I can help you just fine."
"Alright! Let's do this," you said, rushing to the table to down another shot and running back in his direction.
On the corner of your eye, you could see the guy sitting there, looking at you as if trying to figure out what was going on. He was wearing a firing smirk, laid back on the sofa, curious about what you were going to do next. A surge of courage made you meet his gaze and smile softly at him. You turned back to Yunho, pulling him by the hands, and started dancing again.
Katie's "Remember" started playing, and before you could make a move, he started dancing around you, crowding your space in the best way possible. His moves were calculated, playing with you, teasing you. He started moving on his own, and you stood there, as if hypnotized by him. His eyes never left yours, and he looked like a man on a mission, starved and on his last chance to get his fill. He touched you every now and then, holding your hands, guiding them to his chest while he put his on your hips after. When he got close to your face, you held him by his shirt, pulling, a challenge written all over your face as the chorus came up.
You placed your legs around one of his, his thigh dangerously close to your sex, keeping one hand on his neck and another leading one of his to your hips. Then, you rested it on his shoulder, while his left hand hovered around your back, light touches every now and again. You started to sway your hips to the beat, small body waves connecting your chests while his breathing seemed to quicken. Yours soon followed, and for a second you even forgot what you were doing and why. Just then, you saw the mysterious guy searching for your eye. With more determination than before, you started grinding on Yunho, looking at the guy and smiling slowly. You could feel Yunho accepting every move you made, completing it with his own.
He held onto you, his hands fisting on the soft fabric of your dress, hinching the hem up a bit, showing more of your skin, only for him - since he had you almost pressed against the balcony, his huge figure covering yours. He ran one of his hands over your cheek, stopping on your neck and going to the back of your head, ready to pull you even closer, even if it felt impossible. He then turned you with that hand, passing your head under his arm and never letting go of you. As you were turning, you met eyes with the stranger again.
He started walking towards you as the song reached its end. Yunho was breathing heavily, his head resting on your shoulder and his hands still clinging you to him. That is, until your target interrupted you.
"Think you can save one of these dances for me?" he said, his voice husky and intoxicating. Yunho looked at you and then at the guy before turning and heading back to your booth, saying something to himself you couldn't quite understand.
"Depends on whether you're worth my time," you smirked at him, joking, feeling confident after dancing with your friends. "As you could see, I had very skilled partners before."
"I promise I'm more than worth your time," he said. "I'm Choi Seon, by the way. I'm 27."
"Seon… Nice to meet you," you said, relishing in how nice his name felt on your lips, although it felt like your voice had disappeared. "I'm 24."
"No name?" he laughed.
"Not just yet."-you smiled, glad he was older than you. You were tired of being called noona all night by your teasing friends.
"I'll just have to call you babe," he smirked.
"Let's dance, then, Seon?"
You didn't have to say it twice. He smiled down at you, seemingly even taller than Yunho, and pulled you in with strong, sure arms. You held onto his shoulders, starting to feel a little shy under his heated gaze. The reality of everything was starting to hit you, your confidence fading a bit. As if he could sense if, he started to move you along with him, pulling you back under his spell.
His hands traveled over your body, one pulling you even closer by your lower back while the other guided your hips, making you follow the movement of his own. You felt wild, carnal. As if you two were the only there, and everything that was left unsaid was too dangerous to be announced; prohibited thoughts rushing through your head as you let yourself go under his lead.
He spun you around, carefully touching your waist and passing his hand just under your cleavage. You were too far gone to care. You started moving with more confidence, pressing your back against him. He put your hair to your side, over your shoulder, and kissed the spot between your neck and your collarbone. You moved your head back, relishing in the feeling of his lips on your skin. You turned around again then, taking a small step back while tracing your hands from your hips, up to your waist and to the straps of your dress, finishing with a raise of your head, hands sliding through your hair, making you look just as far gone as you felt. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you close again, smiling and kissing the corner of your lips. You closed your eyes for a while, feeling the music and enjoying the trance you were in.
When you opened your eyes, you could see Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi and Yunho looking directly at you. What rushed over you was hard to place. While you felt incredibly embarrassed, a part deep inside you was turned on by the erotic, forbidden feeling of everything. This was a new, dangerous sensation, and you didn't know how to deal with it. Seon, ever so observing, seemed to have read your confusing feelings, smirking at you knowingly. The song was ending, and you didn't know if you'd ask for another one or run away. Turns out you didn't have a chance to do either, as he tilted your head so you could look into his eyes and, ever so slowly, as if teasing you, kissed you.
You couldn't remember the last time you were kissed, especially like this. He kissed you like he was savoring you, and you just melted in his arms. When his lips parted from yours, they fell into another knowing smile.
"Was it worth your time?" he said and you breathed in, not sure how to respond. Your thoughts seemed to be scrambled, so you did what you wanted and kissed him again.
This was already the wildest night you lived in a very long time, if not ever. You were doing things you never thought you would, letting yourself pretend for a night that you're the confident woman that gets who she wants, when she wants. Not the shy, terrible at romance and everything else woman you usually were. Not the one who doesn't even remember the last time she had a date, much less caught a guy's attention long enough to be approached. Way before coming to South Korea, that's for sure. After your first - and only - relationship turned out to be a complete fail, you never tried anything again. Every connection you had with men after that was fully platonic.
With that idea in mind, you let him lead you to his booth, his friends gone to the dance floor on the first floor. You looked at your friends and they smiled, some even hollering, causing your cheeks to blush a dark pink. Seon just smiled down at you, pretending he didn't notice it so you wouldn't be even more embarrassed. You were definitely grateful for that.
While you sat, he tried to start a conversation with you. You looked around the space, as if in a daze, your ears filled by the sound of your heart beating erratically in your chest. You knew your breathing was uneven, and you looked a bit disheveled after dancing so close to him. As hard as you tried to concentrate on what he was saying, your emotions were betraying you, leaving you confused and unable to focus on whatever it was he asked you. His husky laugh was what brought you back to reality.
"I lost you for a while there, didn't I?" he asked, still laughing.
"I'm sorry!"-you blushed furiously, the effect of your actions on the dance floor wearing out-"I guess I'm a bit out of it. What was it you said again?"
"I asked if you'd like a drink."
"That would be great, actually."
"What were you having?" - he asked, looking at one of the bartenders.
"Just soju is fine! I like to keep it simple."-you laughed, finally mustering the courage to look him in the eyes again.
"Seeing that you came with so many men, I'd have to disagree with that."-his comment seemed to put you out, a confused looked crossing your face.-"I'm not judging, just curious."
"We're friends, that's all..." you trailed off. "They've been working too hard for the past months, so we're celebrating a few birthdays today."
"You seem pretty close."
"They're basically my only friends here." you whispered, smiling softly.
"Have you been living here for long?"
"For almost two years, now. It's quite different from home, that's for sure."-he laughed at that, and you soon followed.
"It may be. From the way you dance… It looks like you're from a 'freer', 'looser' place."
"I see..." you said, taking a sip of your drink and trying to think of a way to keep the conversation flowing that didn't include not-so-charming comments on your origins. "I'm terrible at this, oh my god!"
"At what?" he laughed, confused.
"I can't believe I said this out loud. Okay," you said, blushing. "It's just been a long time since I've done anything like… this"-you motioned between you.
"You're cute," he smiled. "You're blushing and nervous around me, even though you kissed me and danced with me like you wanted to tear my clothes off."-he ran his hand over your arm, up to your shoulder, sending goosebumps across your skin.-"And your cheeks are burning, but you're still looking at me like you can't wait to kiss me again."
"You're cracking your head trying to read me, now?" you joked.
"You're interesting to me, that's all. Maybe we should dance more to see if you can get more comfortable."
"I don't think dancing will have that effect on me right now."
He laughed and you smiled back at him. You took the time to look over to your booth, seeing the boys deep in conversation, still drinking happily. Some looked your way every once in a while, and you started to feel a little guilty for ditching them on your first time together in months.
"Don't you wanna sit with us?" you asked Seon, looking at him expectantly. "I don't wanna spend the rest of the evening away from my friends."
"Do you think they'll be okay with it?" he asked you back, looking over to your tables.
"Of course! They're super chill,"-you smiled-"you'll see. Let's go!"
You got up and pulled Seon by his hand, walking towards your booth. All the boys stopped talking and looked up at you, perhaps wondering why you were bringing him over. Hongjoong motioned for Yeosang and Yunho to scoot over, giving you and Seon space to sit as you arrived at the table.
"Thanks, guys," you smiled down at them, sitting beside Hongjoong while Seon sat to your right. "This is Choi Seon!"
"Hi, there. Nice to meet you all."
The group nodded at him, introducing themselves one at a time.
"You seem familiar," Seon said, and you exchanged looks.
"We're no one important," San smiled.
"You're really good dancers," Seon added.
"We had a good partner," Wooyoung said, smiling at you.
"Tell me about it. I saw from up close how hard it is to keep up with her."
"Oh, please. I'm far from that," you laughed at them. "The boys are the professionally trained ones, I just used whatever advantage I had to measure up."
"You surely have lots of those," Seon smirked, running his hand over your knee and up to the hem of your dress. You slapped his hand playfully. "Do you come here often?"
"Not really," you replied. "We come here when we can, which isn't as often as I'd like."
"We're always working, so it's hard to get time out of our schedules," Mingi completed.
"I know how that feels," Seon nodded. "But I always try to come here with the guys. It's a great spot."
"We like it a lot too," you smiled at him. "I'll order us some more drinks. Four bottles of soju are okay, right?"
"Seems like a good number to keep this going," Yeosang laughed, his cheeks colored from the amount of alcohol he had already drank.
Once you got the bottles on the table, you poured shots to everyone, some mixing theirs with beer, and took yours. Seon poured you another one, and you happily drank it too, feeling the heat from the alcohol keeping you in the perfect space between sober and drunk. You could tell some of the boys were already crossing that bridge, and were glad to see them having fun.
From there on, conversation seemed to flow easily between you two, occasionally including one or two of the boys in your discussions. Seon's friends came back up and sat on their own booth, acknowledging him and your table while passing.
"I'll go talk to the guys for a bit and come back, okay?" Seon said, lips close to your ear to make sure you could hear him well enough.
"Okay, I'll be here," you smiled at him, and he took the opportunity to kiss the corner of your lips again.
Once he left, all the boys turned no-so-subtly at you.
"So, noona..." San said. "Are you going to be the one to ditch the group today? How the tables have turned!"
"Oh come on! It's not like I'll leave you guys alone!" you laughed, looking around the space.
"Not now, anyway. But by the way he's looking at you, you'll probably be leaving together real soon," Mingi chimed in, looking at Seon as he said something to his friends and laughed.
"Are you going to leave with him?" Yunho asked, looking a bit startled by the possibility.
"Guys! Stop! It's not like that..." you trailed off. "I think? Or is it? God, I definitely need to get better at this. It's been too long since I even thought about doing this."
"We're still going back to yours, right?" Hongjoong asked, looking worried.
"Of course! I'd never leave you hanging. The worst that could happen would be me giving you my keys and everything. My apartment is basically yours now, anyway."
"You can't do that!" Jongho said. "Are you seriously considering ditching?"
"I thought we would hang after, watch movies and talk, or something," Seonghwa added. "You know, continue the celebration through the weekend, like we said before."
"I don't know..."-you looked back over Seon's booth.-"Would I be a terrible person if I did it?"
"Basically." Yunho said, matter of factly.
"No!" Wooyoung said at the same time.
"Seriously, though… I'd still be back in the morning, right? We could do all that tomorrow. I'll cook you lunch like I promised."
"It wouldn't be the same..." Jongho trailed off.
"You know we can't just go back to your building and whatever," Yunho continued. "Besides, you don't even know the guy! You know what? His name?"
"I'm not looking to do a background check on him! I know enough for this," you answered.
"For this as in…?" Yeosang looked at you, trying to see if you'd finish your trail of thought.
"You know! Hooking up? I don't know how you kids call it these days," you joked, trying to lighten the mood. "I've never done this before, I don't exactly know how it works. You tell me."
"He looks like he'd drop you like nothing once he got what he wants," Seonghwa said, looking concerned. "Doesn't that bother you? Even a little?"
"So what? That's what I'd want too! You do this all the time. What's wrong with me doing it too?"
"Are you seriously this stupid?" Yunho yelled at you.
"Hyung!" Jongho called after Yunho, a look of shock crossing his face and everyone else's. "He didn't mean that."
"I guess he meant naive, noona," Yeosang said, trying to fix the situation.
"No, I meant exactly what I said, and I know you're all thinking it too," Yunho said, looking directly at you.
You were fuming by now. After drinking you knew your filter wouldn't exactly work, and you could feel the words rising up and leaving your mouth before you could think of stopping.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, huh?" you pointed at Yunho, who stared back at you with just as much anger. "You think I'm some stupid little girl, now? You think I can't handle myself? Fuck off, will ya? I can judge character just fine, and if I want to go over to his and do whatever the fuck else, you best believe I will!"
"So you're going?" Wooyoung asked, looking between you and Yunho.
"He didn't even fucking ask me yet! What's got you so angry anyway?"
"You were the one who kept babbling about this being a night for us to be all together!" Yunho answered and the boys shook their heads, agreeing with the fact, but probably not with the approach.
"I know! And it still is-"
"You were the one who kept complaining about how we were away for too long," he kept going, interrupting you. "And you were the one who even had the idea of us going over yours for the weekend."
"There's no need to get angry at me over this! I didn't even do anything yet."
"That's right, yet."-he took a deep breath, failing to stop himself from continuing.-"So what? You'll give us your keys and leave us here alone while you go to who knows where with a random guy?"
"Yunho, you should watch your tone if you don't want me to leave your fucking asses on the street," you said, looking stern and pissed off. How could he turn on you like this?
"Isn't that your intention now?"-Yunho looked like he had no intention of backing out of this argument.
"You're being so fucking childish right now. You want me to leave?"-you were practically fuming, your breathing erratic, blood pumping through your veins and wearing off the effect of your previous drinks.
"Might as well. Already got what you wanted anyway," he said, nonchalantly. You'd almost believe he didn't care if it wasn't for how hard he was staring you down.
"I hope you're stupidly drunk right now, I really do. Because this ridiculous behaviour is inexcusable."
"Noona, calm down," Seonghwa said, looking around as if he expected the guys to help him, but they remained stunned into silence.
"Me? You're telling me to calm down?" you practically screamed at him, feeling put off by how none of them even tried to defend you or intervene when Yunho was the one saying things he shouldn't. "Yunho is literally here being a slut-shaming piece of-"
"Stop!" Hongjoong exclaimed, looking around the table. Everyone returned his gaze, trying their hardest to not return yours.
"You know what? I really didn't need this tonight," you sighed, defeated. "I was so excited to go out with you guys again. I really, really missed you all a lot and-"
"Doesn't seem like it." Yunho said, almost to himself, but you certainly heard it, like he was saying it right to your face. A slap would've hurt less.
"I'm fucking tired, okay? I'm not gonna do this," you said, staring into his eyes in hopes he'd see how much he hurt you. By the way he flinched slightly, you knew he noticed it. "I had a shitty day, and I don't have to deal with this right now."
Everyone was silent, looking at you and not knowing exactly what to say. You couldn't believe how such a perfect night was ending so badly.
"I'm gonna go," you whispered. "I'm just gonna leave. You guys stay. I don't wanna be around some of you right now."
"Noona," Mingi said, reaching out to you.
"Don't you dare 'noona' me."-you pushed your arm back, already putting on your jacket and getting ready to leave.-"I'll talk to your fucking manager later, he'll figure this out for you."
You grabbed your clutch, spilling a half-drank cup of beer that was next to it on the table. You fought the urge to apologize, feeling all of your energy seep away while you took one last look at them. You didn't have anything else to say, and they seemed to feel the same way; Yunho didn't even look at you until you spoke again.
"Enjoy the rest of your night."
You didn't even bother saying goodbye to Seon. Whatever was going on between you two was over the moment the discussion started. It felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice on you, and even so, you felt extremely hot from all the pent up anger.
You knew they were looking at your retracting figure, your steps heavy as you climbed down the stairs. The bouncer let you out of the VIP area, and you sighed a small "thank you", never stopping your steps. You felt you'd try to go back if you stopped, and your pride was more important to you at that moment. You wouldn't back down. You did nothing wrong.
Still fuming and needing to cool down, you decided to walk back home, the cold night breeze very welcomed. It hit your face, moving your hair slightly. The street was still buzzing with people, some going from one bar to the other, some conversing and drinking with friends. That's how you expected your night to go, you thought, walking faster to get away from the bright city lights.
The 20-minute walk did you good, your mood getting better after you stopped duelling on it. You were completely sober by the time you reached your building, missing the comfortable buzz you had throughout the night. As you opened your door, shoes in hand, you decided to have a glass or two of wine before going to bed. You were too nervous still to just sleep, and wine always helped you relax.
You took off your jacket, hanging it neatly on your closet, and left your purse and choker in your room, phone in hand. Going straight to the kitchen next, you frowned at the state of your living room, deciding to get the bottle of wine before stressing over the messy space, already half prepared to receive your big number of guests. You took a bag of chips from the cabinet, heading to your sofa to lie down and watch some TV.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable and stuffed in the tight dress, you opened the zipper, almost fully, making sure to turn the aircon on next. Wine glass in one hand, TV remote in the other, you browsed the Netflix catalogue, searching for a foolish movie to watch - preferably one you'd seen before, since you were sure you'd just end up using it as background noise. Not finding anything worth binge-ing, you checked your phone, absentmindedly. A part of you wished one of the boys texted you, the other wanting to do it; to at least let them know you got home fine and wish them a safe ride back to theirs.
You knew you were being petty. You also knew you weren't exactly wrong, and you fought against your pride again, thinking it'd been 40 minutes since you left them alone. Would they be able to go back home? You knew their crazy fans were still camping outside their place.
"I can still tell them to come and just stay on my own in another room or something," you said to yourself. "I don't want them to get into trouble because of me."
With your mind made up, you unlocked your phone, ready to text them that they could come over if they'd like. Still, you started typing and stopped, repeating this countless times. Nothing sounded right to you. You didn't want to be cold, but also couldn't just act like nothing happened.
"I'm definitely overthinking this."
You poured yourself another glass of the white wine, the bottle getting closer to its end way earlier than you intended. The cold liquid was working wonders in their task of calming you down. You thought best to change and remove your makeup before doing anything else, maybe looking for distractions before talking to them. You knew they'd probably still be at the club, trying to figure out how to get home or what to do to not be seen. If you knew Hongjoong well - which you did - you knew he was probably contacting a manager as you drank, and it served enough to make you feel guilty once again for leaving. You felt like crying.
Determined to be the bigger person and try to save whatever was left of the night, you took your phone again and started typing. Before you could finish the message, someone rang your doorbell. Mildly distracted, you didn't pay attention to the sound. That was, until someone started pounding at your door.
"Guys?" you asked, putting your now empty glass on the table and walking towards the door. "Who's there?"
You opened the door slowly, finding a rugged looking Yunho leaning against the frame, right hand moving to knock again.
"Yunho!" you gasped, looking him over before meeting his eye. "Where are the guys? I was just about to text you all to come over!"
He looked at you, breathing heavily, not uttering a single word. You waited for him to say something, but he remained there, leaning on the door frame, staring you down.
"It was so stupid, baby. The fight was so, so stupid," you said, starting to feel nervous again. "I don't wanna fight with any of you. You owe me an apology, but god we should've never let such a stupid argument ruin our night."-he entered the apartment, taking off his shoes as you kept talking, afraid to fall into heavy silence again.-"I wouldn't have done anything with Seon, you know? It just… felt nice. To be noticed, I mean. It felt nice to be wanted."
He started moving towards you, taking slow, small strides as you kept talking, moving to close the door.
"Yunho, please… talk to me," you begged, trying to get him to say something, anything. "Just say 'sorry'. That's all I need."
He looked strong, present, in the dim light of the living room. The small rays coming from the kitchen and the TV cast perfect shadows on his face. As he got closer, you lost track of whatever you were saying. Your mind was running a million miles per hour, wondering where the rest of the boys were, what he intended to do, and why he was looking at you like he'd want nothing more than you to stop talking.
You locked the door, using the excuse to stop staring into his intense eyes. You could feel him close to your back, his breath making your hair move slightly. Before you could ask him what he was doing so close, he placed a hand on your left shoulder, turning you towards him and pressing you against the wall, his face perfectly contrasted by the lights. He looked like sin incarnated, and you felt trapped under his spell. You tried to form words, but all you could do was gape at him, your breaths coming out a little faster every second he spent close like this.
He came closer, his right hand supporting his weight while his left took your hair off your shoulders, his face coming down to meet yours. You never felt so small close to him. His lips ghosted against your cheek, moving to your right ear. Then, he took his hand off the wall and touched your face gently, moving to touch your neck, reaching the back of your neck and entangling in your hair. He kissed the space between your ear and neck, lips grazing your ear as he finally spoke.
"Noona," he breathed the word against you, sighing at the end of it.
This word had never hit you as hard as it did. His voice, everything, made it sound like the most sinful word in your vocabulary.
He sounded like he was in pain. His whole body started trembling slightly, pressing harder against you. You gasped at the raspy sound of his voice, and he moved his head back to look at you. His eyes were heavy lidded, breathing even faster now. Yours seemed to match his, and that second lasted like an eternity.
Yunho kissed you. His lips barely touching yours, as if he was scared you'd push him back once he did it. When he saw you wouldn't, he came back down for another kiss. This time, he kissed you fiercely, with such force, as if you were water and he had spent days in a desert. Your lips pressed against his, kissing him back with just as much want, if not more.
He tugged at your hair, pulling it back to tilt your head, making his access to your lips easier. You gasped, almost moaning at the sensation, your lips parting slightly. He took advantage of that, his tongue snaking into your mouth, ready to explore you. The action seemed to pull you back to reality, and you held him hard on the shoulders, whining as if you were reluctantly having to let him go. You pushed him back softly, also scared to break the moment. He grunted, as if the act hurt him physically. His hips were pressing yours against the wall, and you moved yours automatically.
"Noona," he whispered again.
"Yunho..." you sighed and pushed him once more, needing space to be able to think. "Wh- What are you doing?"
"I..." he trailed off, taking a deep breath. "Noona, please."
"Tell me what you need," you said, trying to forget about every complication this could entail. All you could think about, all you could see, was him. And, for god, was he glorious. "Talk to me, baby."
"You," he whispered against your lips, your eyes focused on his own.
"Oh my god," you sighed, moving your head to the side.
He gave you space, although not much, afraid you'd run away once he got far enough. You looked at him, then back at the living room, trying to understand what was going on. He glanced back, seeing the wine bottle. He moved to it, taking a sip directly from it.
You were frozen into place, and he took advantage of that, bringing the almost empty bottle to you and pressing it against your lips. You drank it gladly, fueled by how he stared at your lips against the rim of it. The simple gesture never seemed so erotic.
After you finished the wine, he placed the bottle on the ground and pressed against you again. When you shied away from his gaze, he touched your chin, lifting his head to make sure you could see him as well as he could see you. He smirked at you, chest heaving, and turned you around. He grunted loudly, resting his head on your shoulder as his right hand, still cold from holding the bottle, touched your semi-open zipper.
"God, noona," he said against your skin, tickling your neck. "What were you doing before I got here."
"I..." you tried and failed to form a sentence, your face pressed against the wall, your hip moving on its own only to be held by his left hand, leaving you completely at his mercy. "I was going to change, that's all."
You moved your hands to your back, closing the zipper rapidly as a blush started creeping on your cheeks. He chuckled at that, right hand forcing yours against the wall, lips kissing your cheek. He kissed down to your shoulders, lips running over your cherry blossom tattoo - his favorite.
"There's no need to close it, noona," he whispered, sensuously. "It'll end up on the floor anyway."
"Fuck, Yunho."
"Don't," he said, breathing in slowly. "Don't say my name like that."
"Or what?" you asked, holding on to the last shreds of your sanity. "Yunho."
He pressed his hips against yours, breathing in the scent of your perfume. You gasped at the sensation, starting to lose yourself to the forbidden, dangerous situation. A small whimper left your lips, and he pressed even harder against you, right hand coming up to hold you by the hair once more, turning you around slowly as his eyes fell to your cleavage.
Yunho kissed your exposed skin, climbing from your chest to your neck. He sucked hardly, making sure to mark you as his. You hissed, right hand grabbing his hips hard as you moved yours against his, losing yourself to the sensation of his lips on your skin. He blew cold air to the place he sucked on, biting it and climbing up to your lips.
This kiss felt like the final straw. You pulled him by his shirt, closer. You wanted him as close as humanly possible. No, you needed him as close as possible. You kissed him hard, your lips taking over his, guiding him. Your hands pushed his jacket back, and he let go of you briefly, just enough to let the item fall, discarded, to the floor. You ran your hands through his hair, and he took the opportunity to pull on yours once more, holding the back of your neck just tight enough to make you moan against his lips again. He pulled your right leg up, moving harder against you.
He pressed his hips hardly against yours, and you could feel him harden, moving like he couldn't wait a second more to have you. You felt that, if you let him, he would take you right there. Hard and rough against your living room wall. Close enough to the door that you'd need to be quiet in order to not let your neighbors overhear. Just the thought of him doing so was enough to get you wet, your thighs pressing close, needing the friction.
You stopped the kiss, whispering his name as sweetly as you could, pushing him back just so you could pull him by the hand, moving towards your couch. You pushed him on it, waiting for him to settle, sitting, before climbing on his lap.
"Noona," he whispered. "What are you doing to me?"
"I could ask you the same thing," you said, smirking against his lips before kissing him again.
You placed your legs around his hips, your dress riding up your thigh, exposing your underwear. He stopped kissing you to look down, taking in the image of you completely gone over his lap, grinding down on him slowly, teasing the both of you. His hands pulled your dress higher, moving to your waist and squeezing you hard. You moaned, grinding hard on him as you went for another kiss. It felt like you spent ages just kissing, touching each other as well as you could, pressing him on the sofa as you did so.
You forced your hips down, feeling his erection against your core. It felt so crude, so raw, and oh, so big, you couldn't help but moan his name once more. He moved his hips up to meet yours, hands ripping your tights hardly as you fisted his shirt, annoyed at how the fabric was standing between you two. The sound of them ripping filled the room, your breath quickening at the action.
"Take this off," you said, commandly. "Now."
You didn't need to say it once more. He pushed you back, just enough to have space to pull the fabric off, slowly revealing his chest. You looked at him like you were starved, and he returned the gaze. His chest was glistening with sweat, and you had never seen something so beautiful. Yunho panting, looking at you, shirtless, was the sexiest scene you ever had the pleasure to witness.
"I can't wait anymore," you said, almost to yourself, as you stood up.
You pushed him back as he tried to follow, fixing your dress once again. He looked at you, confused, but his expression soon turned to one of pleasure, as you ran your hands up his thighs, getting closer and closer to his erection. You smirked at him, teasingly, and pulled him up by the belt, guiding him to your room. You were never so thankful for having a king sized bed.
He looked at you expectantly, seemingly enjoying this game of dominance you two were playing. You pushed him back on your bed, sitting on the edge of it. He tried to kiss you again, but you cut the kiss short, pushing on his chest as you started to go down on his body. He sucked in a breath just at the thought of what you were going to do.
"Noona, you have no idea of how many times I dreamed of your lips on me," he confessed, hand ruining his hair even more.
"I hope I measure up," you smirked at him, hands sliding against his legs once more. "I've dreamt about this too. Way too much."
Your hands passed over his body, coming to his pants and slowly opening the button. You climbed against his body, kissing his chest and going down, grabbing the zipper between your teeth. You looked up at him, seeing the anticipation and lust in his eyes. They made you want to do so much more, and you relished on the feeling, bringing the zipper down as painfully slow as you could. As soon as your teeth grazed his erection, he pushed his hips up, hissing. He laid back on his elbows, eyes staring at you, consuming your every move.
You finally pulled his pants down, the sight of his erection straining against his underwear more than enough to get your mouth watering. You knew there was no turning back; might as well enjoy it to the fullest. You kissed his hips, sucking softly on his skin, feeling his hands coming to touch you, before moving to his hair once more. You kissed him through the fabric and he held his breath, closing his eyes and tossing his head back.
Pulling his underwear down, you stared him in the eye, turned on by his blown out pupils. You were more than glad to see he was just as far gone as you were. There was something empowering about seeing him completely naked while you were still clothed, and you intended on taking advantage of that feeling.
"You look so beautiful," he whispered, almost to himself.
"Not as much as you," you answered, smiling. "You're a work of art."
You passed your hands up his thighs again, kissing him everywhere but where he needed you the most. His chest was heaving, his breathing shallow, eyes anticipating your every move. It was intoxicating, seeing him losing his cool over your small actions. You wrapped your hand around his erection, turned on by the curses coming out of his mouth.
Ever so slowly, you moved your lips next to his shaft, kissing his skin while moving your hand. His hand held onto your hair, pulling just enough to get you to lose it. You kissed his tip, lips enveloping him as you took your time savoring him, going down slowly until he was fully inside your mouth. The sound he let out then was wild, carnal, and you moaned against him.
He pushed his hips up slightly, as if begging you to do something, anything. You couldn't help but comply, lips going up and down on him, pace quickening. He kept moving his hips and pulling your hair, trying to meet your movements with his own.
"Fuck, noona," he cried out. "You're ruining me."
You kept going, boosted by the noises he was making, deep throating him as you felt his whole body tense under your ministrations. He was panting, desperate, and you didn't stop until you felt he was on the edge, lips popping off him; a string of saliva still connecting your bodies.
"That's my intention."
He pulled you up by the back of your neck, hands trying to touch you everywhere at once. He kissed you hard. Pressing against you, standing up once more, he ran his right hand over your back, opening your dress again. This time, he kissed your shoulders while lowering the straps, hands pushing the fabric down until you were standing in front of him wearing nothing but ruined tights and red lace panties.
Spinning you around, he could see just how small the piece was, your ass on full display for him. Just for him. He called your name at that, the first time he mentioned it the whole night. Somehow, you missed how sinful the word "noona" sounded coming out of his lips. You were almost embarrassed by how the thought of it got you even more turned on; your body betraying you as another rush of arousal left you on edge.
"Ca- call me..." you whispered. "Noona. Just that."
"I knew you liked it," he smirked, you could feel it against your back. "Noona."
He spun you around again, this time pushing you against the bed.
"You look good enough to eat, noona."
He ripped the tights even more, want taking over him. He kissed you again, pulling you by the neck close to him. You ran your hand over his back, nails scraping his skin, making him hiss against your lips. He kissed you even harder, right hand grabbing your waist and holding it hard enough to bruise. His left hand guided your hips against his erection while he pressed it to your core. You moaned his name, desire clouding your mind as you called him once more.
"Yunho, please," you pleaded, hoping he'd put an end to your suffering. "I can't take this anymore."
He got on his knees, looking directly at your core as you blushed, trying to close your legs and hide from him.
"Don't. You don't need to hide from me, noona," he said, looking into your eyes before letting his roam over your body once more. "You're too fucking beautiful."
"Yunho..." you moaned his name.
"I want to remember every moment tomorrow, noona," he kissed your stomach, looking shy. "I hope you do too."
Before you could respond, he ran his hand over your panties, teasing your clothed core. You started writhing, every nerve ending sensitive thanks to his previous actions. You felt like you couldn't take it anymore, his teasing only making you need him more. You started begging, unashamed, for him to really touch you, for him to do anything.
He started kissing down your body, going from your jaw to your collarbone; marking you. His lips hovered over one of your nipples and you lost your breath, right hand sinking into his hair as you moaned. He kissed it slowly, repeating the action on the other one. He started moving his tongue around it, blowing cold air every now and then. The other wasn't left unattended, being toyed with when he ran his hand over your chest; fingers pressing on it. You were writhing beneath him, unable to form a coherent sentence as he ravaged your body.
Once he saw you were losing control, he let go of your nipples, giving each a small peck before kissing down your stomach, stopping at your navel. You hissed, whispering his name as he looked up at you, smirking. He moved to your waist, kissing each side before falling to your hips, repeating the sucking motion you'd done on his moments before. His teeth scraped against whatever was left of your fishnets and you fisted the sheets, closing your eyes, chest heaving. He pulled at the strings, relishing in your instant reactions. He was eating up every movement, every noise, every whimper; everything you gave him.
His hands were touching your stomach and coming down to your thighs, his light touch heighting his teasing. Using both hands, he ripped the top of your tights so he could take off your panties. He pushed back down a bit more, discarding the ruined underwear, face coming close to your core. He breathed against your now naked area, and that action alone had you seeing stars. He then kissed the area slowly, tentatively tasting you. The sound you made was wild; a perfect description of how you felt once his lips connected to your body.
He started to move his tongue in circles, falling into a slow rhythm that had you begging him for more. Showing you that he heard you loud and clear, he started moving his right hand towards your centre, his left one trying to stop your hips from grinding against him. Once you finally managed to stop moving, he awarded you with faster movements, his hand already teasing your entrance. He inserted one finger into you, moving it temptatively while his tongue continued its assault.
The difference between his actions got you close to your climax in no time, and you couldn't take it anymore. You pulled him up, receiving a puzzled look - like he could tell you were almost there and was annoyed to have to stop. You squeezed his shoulders, pulling him closer and kissing him hard, pushing your hips up against his. You couldn't breathe, couldn't see anything. All you could think about was having him inside you.
"Yunho, please. I really can't take it anymore. Please, fuck me."-you pressed your hips against his once more, desperate for some kind of friction.
He pressed down on you harder, loving the sensation of your naked bodies meeting. His movements were excruciatingly slow, and you could feel him shaking against you, keen on teasing you even though he wanted you just as much. You could do nothing but follow his hands with your eyes, heart beating so fast you could barely hear him; the beats louder than the music back at the club.
As soon as you thought about the place, you whimpered. The memory of his hands running over your body, hips moving together to the beat of a sensuous song; "Dirty Dancing" a kids' show close to what you were doing. You didn't realize it then, but you could definitely feel now just how bad he wanted you, and how bad you wanted to succumb to your darkest desires. For months now you fought against your desire for him, and he seemed to have done the same. Letting go; it felt as freeing as freedom could possibly be.
"Noona," he said, forcing you to open your eyes; you hadn't even realized you closed them. "Look at me."
He looked down at you, almost naked - the last shreds of your tights still clinging to your skin - and smiled. His hands ran from your legs up to your chest, finally getting to your face. He touched your cheek softly, encouragingly, and you couldn't help but smile back at him. Just then, he started to look around, a question hanging on his face.
"I don't have any condoms," he said, pouting cutely - a big change from his previous dominant demeanor.
"Me neither," you added, although smiling. "But we don't need them."
He stared at you then, confused but intrigued.
"I'm on the pill, and I'm clean," you smiled at him. "What about you?"
"I'm… I'm clean too, noona," he sounded dumbfounded. "Are you sure about this?"
"There's no one I trust more, Yunho," you said, pressing your hips against his again. "I want you."
"Fuck, you're too perfect, noona."
He positioned himself, shaft touching your core lightly. He seemed lost in thought, so you swirled your hips again, hoping to bring back his dirty, needy expression. His right hand pressed your hips down on the bed, chest coming down to meet yours as he kissed you again, hungrily. You kissed him back, both hands behind his neck as you lost yourself to the sensation of his lips against his.
Before you could tell, he pushed inside you, to the hilt. You moaned at the sensation, hips moving again, as if they had a mind of their own. He didn't move, though. He just looked at you, trying to get used to the sensation of being inside you, revelling in your desperate movements and cries. You never looked so beautiful to him.
"Please move," you begged him. "I'm going crazy."
He started moving then, slow, sensuous thrusts hitting you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You clinged to him for dear life, every thought scaping you the moment he picked up his pace.
He kissed you again; a messy kiss, tongues trying to meet as he started to go even harder, every movement more precise than the one before. You could do nothing more than moan his name, the feeling of him filling you too good to put into words. He fit you perfectly, his expert hips only heightening the sensation. You melted against him, your hips trying desperately to match his movements as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
As if he could feel you were getting closer, he slowed down, hands pulling your hair once again as he bit your bottom lip and moaned.
"Noona," he groaned, trying to hold back.
"God, Yunho," you moaned against him. "Don't stop, please."
You wrapped your legs around his hips, feet pushing him to grind on you harder. You ran one hand over his ass, trying to touch him as much as you could, squeezing the flesh. His hands were now holding tight to your hips, so tight that you could feel bruises blossoming on your pale skin. But you didn't care. In fact, it only made you want him more, feelings and movements getting more and more frenetic.
You were getting off on the sensation of him inside you, as well as the thoughts of how many other positions you were hoping to try out with him. His dirty talking was making you lose control of your body, his gaze so erotic you fell like you could come from just looking at it. You had never felt this way before, so overcome with need, and it felt as painful as exhilarating.
He pushed your left leg back, getting even deeper than before. You cried out his name, closing your eyes with force, feeling your climax coming once again. He kept his pace this time, angling his hips to hit your spot again and again. You were already seeing stars, saying sentences that made no sense as you called out after him once more.
"Yunho," you gasped. "Oh my god."
Your high was powerful and numbing. You couldn't focus on nothing other than his grunts, telling you he was close too. You fought the overstimulation, moving your hips to meet his as you asked him to finish inside you. It seemed to be enough to push him off the edge, and soon he was biting your shoulders, coming undone.
He reluctantly got off of you, laying beside you and pulling you close. You were still shaking from the aftermath, and he kissed you tenderly on the temple before nuzzling into your hair. This sweet behaviour was a strong contrast to his actions, and as soon as doubts started to creep over you, his lips made sure to shut them down.
You kissed him back, slowly, trying to figure out how to voice your thoughts. He pulled back slightly, smiling against your cheek as he laid a small kiss there, then turning your face up to look at him. He passed his right hand through his hair, suddenly nervous. His left hand kept drawing small circles on your left shoulder, matching the movements of yours against his chest.
"I'm sorry, noona," he whispered, sounding small.
"It's okay, baby," you smiled. "We're okay."
"I just..." he trailed off, as if lost in thought, a small smile creeping once more. "I don't know how it all escalated so quickly."
"Jealousy doesn't fit your image," you joked, snuggling against him. "That's for sure."
"God, I was such an asshole,"-he held you tighter. "I don't even know why."
"Yeah, you were," you laughed. "But we're good now."
"Really?"
"I mean, you're lying naked on my bed at god-knows-what hours. You tell me!"
"I'd say we're great, then."
He looked down at your entangled bodies, eyes changing once more as he focused on your breathing. Leaning down to kiss you again, he used his right hand to lift your body, still on his side, just a little bit. Enough to kiss you more fiercely, needy. You pulled back, smiling, before kissing his jaw, cheek, and then his lips once more.
He ran his right hand over your side, soft touches between your hips and waist. You whined softly against his lips, the sound escaping before you could stop. He looked at you, desire returning to his eyes as he started kissing your jaw. His switched between kissing and biting your sensitive skin, your right hand grabbing his hair hard as your body started to react to his actions. Then, he pressed his hips on yours, his erection standing firm between your bodies as you gasped.
"Already?" you asked, making him press harder. "You're spoiling me."
"I can't help it," he laughed, nibbling your skin once again. "You're so hot, noona."
He sucked harshly on your collarbone, a purple mark already starting to show as he blew against the spot and kissed it. You pulled his head towards yours, kissing him like your life depended on it. At the heat of the moment, it really felt like it did. The feeling of how well his body reacted to yours spurting you on as you succumbed to want.
He started to turn to get on top of you, kissing you harder by the second. You pressed your left hand firmly on his chest, not letting him do so. He looked at you, confused, before you pulled him to you and kissed him again, tongues fighting for dominance. This time, he let you win, and you explored his mouth lazely, trying to control your pace.
As he tried once more to get on top of you, you pressed him hard against the bed, left leg moving over to straddle him without interrupting the kiss. As soon as you settled on the new position, his erection pressing against your inner thigh, you rolled your hips.
"Fuck," he cried out, hands holding onto your waist. "Do that again."
Once he saw you didn't move, nor would reply, he tried to roll his hips up to meet yours.
"Please, noona," he begged. "Please just-"
Before he could finish his sentence, you rolled your hips again, harder this time. He hissed loudly, throwing his head back as his chest lifted from the bed. His hips started to move up, meeting yours as you kept grinding down on him. You smiled at how fucked up he looked, knowing that any remaining effects of your previous drinks were far gone; you were doing this to him.
The realization hit you fast, and you moaned as you ceased your movements, hands balancing your weight on his chest. He looked at you, desperate, and you kissed him hard. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing the flesh as he tried to make you start moving your hips again. Your right hand started caressing his skin, tracing his collarbone and going lower, lower, until you reached his shaft. It felt warm and heavy on your hand, and you held it tightly, earning a string of curses from the younger boy. You teased him, kissing him hungrily.
When you felt his chest moving hard, breaths getting erratic, you stopped kissing him and, ever so slowly, sank down on him. You didn't move until you felt he was fully inside you, finally opening your eyes to see that his were glued to where your bodies met. You temptatively moved against him, hips rolling as you got used to his length in this new position.
He gripped your hips hard, not knowing if he wanted to make you move faster or to stop them completely. All you knew was that he looked ruined, and you loved it. The power you felt of being able to make him feel this way was enough to get you to start moving a little faster, hips sensuously rolling against his.
"Noona," he moaned. "I'm not gonna last if you keep going like this."
"Me neither," you confessed, grinding faster.
He started to lift his hips to meet yours, getting deeper inside you. You moaned his name, never stopping your rolling motion as you got lost in the sensation, in how good he felt like this. The sounds of him fucking into you were lewd and intoxicating, taking over your small bedroom. He held you even tighter, your nails raking against his chest and lips biting on his neck as you fell on top of him, body unable to keep going and giving in to pleasure.
He started to move faster, harder, searching for his release too. You squeezed him involuntarily, the motion enough to have him screaming for you as he climaxed, hands slowly rubbing your sore hips and thighs. You stood on top of him until your breathings got even, the glint of sweat making him look even more beautiful to you as you pushed from his chest.
You excused yourself, legs feeling like jelly as you tried to go to the bathroom to get cleaned up. The simple action took you a lot longer than normal, your body still coming down from the intense sex you'd just had.
Laying down on the bed again, he pulled you closer, not wanting to let go of you. You kissed his chest as he ran his hand on your hair, the act feeling more intimate than anything else you did that night. You could feel him smiling, a small laugh rumbling from his chest as he kissed your forehead.
You weren't sure of how things would be in the morning, but you knew that you felt safe in his embrace, and that was more than enough for now. His slowing breathing lulled you to sleep, limbs numb from how intense you had each other. He held you tightly against his chest, a soft smile crossing his face as he soon fell asleep too.
In the morning, you got up before him. Nothing new, considering he was a sleepyhead. You took a nice, warm shower, remembering your actions of the previous night. You were glowing, sated from how well he took you. You couldn't stop smiling.
Wearing nothing but your nightgown, you headed to the room to see if he was up. He was sprawled on your bed, naked body barely covered by the thin sheets. It felt like a sin to wake him. You'd never seen him so peaceful before. You decided to cook breakfast before doing anything else, the idea of pancakes suddenly very appealing.
While you were finishing your plates, he appeared in the corridor, only wearing his boxers.
"Good morning, noona," he smirked.
"Good morning, baby," you smiled back, too relaxed to care about his teasing.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, suddenly shy.
"I feel good, honestly," you answered. "And you? You know we'll have to talk about it sooner or later right?"
"Later sounds good"-he got into the kitchen, holding you from behind as he stared at what you were doing."Something smells great in here."
"I thought it'd be nice to cook you something, since you worked so hard last night," you joked, blushing.
"I could think of better things to feast on in the morning, noona."-he turned you to him, pulling you by the hands when you tried to create some distance between you.
He kissed you softly, pushing you back against the dining table. You smiled, kissing him back and running your hands through his hair. He lifted you by your legs, placing you on the table; hands squeezing your thighs hard as he opened them, pressing closer. You started kissing him harder, breakfast long forgotten. He started to push your nightgown upwards, touching the small bruises left from the night before when, suddenly, someone started knocking on your door.
"Noona, it's Hongjoong!"
"It's all of us!" Mingi added, and you and Yunho shared a look, started to get nervous.
"Are you up?" Hongjoong asked. "Yunho didn't come home yesterday and he seemed so out of it after your fight. We don't know where he is and honestly, we're freaking out."
Before Yunho could say anything, you ran over to the door, worried about your friends. You opened the door, trying to fix your disheveled look as best as you could.
"Thank god you're up!" Mingi said, hugging you. "We have no idea of where he is and-"
Mingi and the rest of the boys fell silent as they saw Yunho leaning against the kitchen counter, barely dressed. You had the decency to blush, trying to cover any apparent hickies and marks with your hair, but he just smiled at the group, walking over to where they were standing as you closed the door behind them.
"Good morning, fellas," he said, grinning at you.
The seven boys exchanged confused looks, a few of them already smirking at the scene they encountered. You were afraid they'd tease you endlessly, and were not ready for it; not at all. Thankfully, they just laughed and said hello to their bandmate. Yunho excused himself and went to get dressed. You and Wooyoung shared a knowing look, falling into a fit of laughter, soon followed by the rest of them.
"What were you doing, noona?" Seonghwa asked, smirking at you.
"I was… We were..." you fumbled with your words, blushing hard.
"It seems like they were about to have... breakfast," Yeosang said, and you were glad he saved you from the embarrassment, even if he still teased you.
"Yeah, that's what we were doing!" you exclaimed.
"Are those pancakes?" Jongho asked, smiling. "I'm starving!"
You smiled at the boys, offering to cook for the whole group as Yunho got dressed, hoping they wouldn't mention whatever you were doing before they arrived ever again. They seemed to be trying hard to talk about anything else, joking about how they were glad their friend was safe and sound and mentioning how boring the club got once you left.
They started telling you tour stories, laughing at crazy fan moments and embarrassing interviews. Your chest was full of love and happiness for this group, and you smiled softly at them, saying you couldn't wait to see them performing their next release - one you'd already heard, since you were so close.
Yunho got back, smiling down at you, and he kissed you lightly on the cheek, picking up a plate of pancakes and scrambled eggs. The boys looked him over, San's hand running over his neck in a quick motion as he decided to speak up.
"That's gonna be hard to cover," he smirked, motioning to the love bite you left there.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Yunho said, hand moving to cover the same spot his friend had touched, his ears turning red.
If the group noticed San's teasing, they didn't show it; all too preoccupied with the table full of food to get into that. Yeosang looked up at you, smiling, and you couldn't help but smile back at him. You were as happy as you could be, knowing that everyone was treating you the same and, most importantly, knowing that Yunho didn't seem to be having second thoughts about whatever happened between you. You were still on friendly terms, you thought, and you realized you had never felt more content.
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The Couple Next Door IV (Roger Taylor x Female!Reader)
Find Part III Here
A/N: Happy Early Valentine’s Day, Y’all! I wrote a lot for the next part of this series, so I decided to split them up in two chapters. I’m posting this one tonight, and the other will be up at some point tomorrow afternoon.
This chapter is in 3rd Person Omniscient for Rogie like the previous one, and the reader will not be in this chapter but the next one, so I apologize if it’s not that good.
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Summary: Roger has a chat with the band, and does some more thinking.
(Roger can be Ben Hardy!Rog or Real!Rog. Whatever stirs your soup.)
WARNINGS: Swearing, s l o w b u r n, Mentions of sex (BuT nO sMuT [yet(?)]), no revision and editing bc I’m lazy, I think that’s it.
This one is leaning more towards an M rating than a T, so read at your own risk.
“Eh… no no no. Take it from the top. Roger?”
The blond looked through the window to Freddie, who just made it to the practice.
He was wearing some ridiculous flashy outfit as usual, a pair of massive white sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose while an equally distracting burgundy coat made its presence known on the singer’s shoulders. Whether he wore a shirt underneath is still a mystery.
In his right hand, Freddie held a steaming hot cup of tea, gripped tight by his long fingers, each nail painted black. From the waist down, although he couldn’t see, Roger wouldn’t be surprised if Freddie was wearing booty shorts.
"You okay, Love?“
He only responded with a simple thumbs up, and an unenthusiastic look on his face; and although Fred didn’t seem too convinced, the music started playing, and Roger tried his part again.
"Been out of the flow all morning,” Brian informed the frontman, biting his thumbnail and crossing his legs from the wall he leaned against. “He got here, and didn’t count us in the first few times we played. Figured he needed some time to play for himself.”
"Hm,“ Freddie acknowledged, taking a peek at some loose papers scattered around the control desk and taking a sip of his tea.
"And how long ago did you two decide this?“
"Forty five minutes ago,” John grumbled at his spot at the control desk, legs crossed, and head propped up with his hand in bore.
"We tried confronting him and he’s not speaking,“ Brian explained. “Gave you a call and no one answered the phone. We assumed you were on your way.”
Freddie looked around the room, and he pointed at the second, empty seat at the control desk. “Where’s–”
After another timing mistake, Roger flung his drumstick towards the window, shouting profanities when the stick just riccoched and hit him right back, and startling the other three men in the process.
"… Y/n,“ Freddie finished carefully, eyes wide and focused on Roger’s movements.
"We both assume she’s got somethin’ to do with it. He won’t say anything.” John mumbled with a shrug.
Freddie pursed his lips, and sighed, scanning the control desk for the PA system’s button.
"Rog, my Love. Just… put the drumsticks down.“
Roger, who was about to send his second drumstick against the wall to meet the fate his first one did, lowered his arm slowly to his side, eyeing his band’s frontman in the window, who was twiddling his fingers at him.
"Good. Now, come on in here. We’re all gonna sit down. Have a chat.“
Roger’s shoulders slumped, and he left the recording room so he could regroup with his three other bandmates. Roger just frowned. Just as he suspected, Freddie was sporting a pair of body shorts.
Freddie moved his eyes from Roger to the empty seat next to John.
The drummer dropped into the chair, letting it roll him a little bit away from the staring eyes of the others.
"The others here tell me you’ve been a little… upset, since you’ve been here this morning."
Roger scoffed, and tried to stand from his chair, but Freddie dropped a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I know there’s something wrong,” Freddie quietly mumbled. “We just wanna help you. Tell us what’s wrong, and you’re helping us, too.”
Roger chewed the inside of his cheek, looking guiltily towards John and Brian. “… Hope you know I didn’t mean to shout earlier, yeah?"
"Kind of assumed so, yeah,” John offered a kind smile, to which Roger tried to return, but he just looked uncomfortable.
"It’s uh… it’s just, um…“
"Is… y'know… is y/n okay?”
Roger’s smile fell. “Wait, why? Why would she not be okay? Did you get a phone call from her?!” Roger stood up, “oh my God, is she okay?!”
"Hey, hey, hey, calm down, calm down!“ Brian intervened, hands up. "She’s fine. We’ve heard nothing from her. We were just asking you.”
Roger sat back down, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and sighing deeply. “Look, I’m sorry. Yes. Yeah, it is her. She’s… Driving me nuts right now.”
"Why now? You two were perfectly fine last week.“
"It’s been the interactions with the neighbours,” Roger complained. “do you know how hard it is not to start sweating every time we hold hands in public now?”
John frowned. “But… You hold other girls’ hands all the time. Why would y/n be different?”
"I don’t know! I don’t know and that’s why I’m like this!“
Freddie smirked, and Roger could sense the glint in his eyes despite them still being covered by his sunglasses.
"Seems to me,” Freddie popped his lips. “Roger’s in love with y/n.”
John smirked at the thought, and Brian had this wide grin on his face Roger really wanted to slap off.
"Fred, I really don’t think that’s the problem here–“
”‘Ts weird. I’ve always had a thing for y/n, maybe I’m in love with her.“
"Seeing a girl naked by accident doesn’t mean you’re in love with her, John.” Roger snapped back nearly immediately, to which Brian chimed in:
"Funny how you’re the one telling John that when I had to say the same thing to you in high school.“
Roger was mad, but he was even more embarrassed. His face was a deep scarlet, and Freddie wasn’t sure if the colour of Roger’s cheeks were because of his fury, or because he knew Brian was right.
"Come talk to me, Roger. Talk to the King of Love,” Freddie coaxed Roger with his index finger as he fell back dramatically on the sofa against the wall opposite the control table.
Roger simply rolled his eyes and relocated to the empty seat on the sofa by Freddie’s feet. The frontman kicked his bare legs out and crossed them over Roger’s lap while stretching this thin arms and placing them behind his head.
"When’d this all start happening, Rog? I mean the weird feelings.“
To this, the drummer simply shrugged. "Last week we had dinner at the neighbours’. The husband was talking about children, and marriage, and it was like…"
Brian and John raised their eyebrows expectantly.
"It was like I wasn’t acting anymore.”
Freddie gave a knowing smile, and hummed gently. “Did you feel comfortable? Being domestic and romantic with her?"
"Fred, I’ve lived with those two for three years, and they have zero personal space.” Brian’s eyes moved from his reflection in Freddie’s sunglasses to the stressful gaze in Roger’s. “… is it different?”
"Bri, I had women over all the time when we lived with you. I had no reason to have a girlfriend. I slept around, got the physical affection I needed, and she was just a friend…“
John pursed his lips. ”Was,“
Roger nodded a little, his eyes casting downward and burning holes into his already torn jeans. "Yeah. Was."
The blond suddenly looked up at his other bandmates. "We’re pretending to be a couple in a conservative, strict neighbourhood. It’s not like y/n would allow me to invite groupies home with us while catty neighbours spy on us from across the way. I’m not getting the physical attention I used to have, especially since sleeping around is impossible now."
The room then fell silent, and no one exactly made an immediate effort to say anything.
And then John gave a half-shrug.
"Why don’t you ask y/n?"
"Ask her what?”
"Ask her to give you that attention,“ Freddie finished John’s point in a matter-of-fact tone.
”No,“ Roger gasped. "No. No no no!"
"What? It’s a great idea,” Brian tried to reason.
"It’s bloody suicide! What would she think of me?! A sex-addict? A creep? A waste of time?“
”Roger,“ Brian stopped Roger’s listing. "She’s a single, gorgeous woman who loves you with all her heart, romantically-speaking, or not. You two already have this sort of secret commitment thing happening anyways but with housing rather than physical affection.”
"And your point is…?“
Freddie took over for Brian then with a sigh. "She has nothing to lose. You have nothing to lose. Why would adding onto your deal be a bad thing?"
To this, Roger didn’t respond. He didn’t have an answer. Freddie continued. "You sleep with women with no strings attached all the time. Living with your best friend while also bedding her doesn’t seem like a bad idea. What are you gonna do, catch feelings for her? You’re just horny.”
"… Do you really think that’s all that’s wrong?“
"That you’re stressed and just need a good lay?” John clarified.
"Absolutely.“
It was almost as if a weight had been lifted off Roger’s shoulders. All of his past issues were gone, out of his mind.
He had nothing to worry about.
"There’s that smile we all needed,” Freddie gushed at Roger, who lowered his head in mild embarrassment.
"C'mon Rog. Let’s get to work.“ Freddie jumped up to stand before the control table, and Brian took a seat next to John. Roger returned to his drum kit inside the recording room, and after a count-in, Roger started drumming.
Needless to say, practice was flawless for the rest of the day.
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Beautiful
Clue: this canadian loves all the avengers but peter parker and steve rogers can mess her up. Soon to be studying business in university (just like y/n in this fic) and also got lost on a university campus once (just like steve in this fic)
Summary: 3 times Steve thinks you’re absolutely beautiful, and the one time he tells you
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
Warnings: fight scene with mentions of guns, violence, and blood; some cursing; mentions of drinking alcohol
Word Count: 5640
The first time Steve Rogers thought you were absolutely beautiful was during one of Tony’s parties.
Before that day, Steve had never seen you dolled up before. Dressed in your fighting suit you looked great, but dressed up for a party? An absolute goddess. He decided that he liked it. A lot.
You were an Avenger, however, you never spent much time in the tower having to go to university and such, and when you did end up at the Avengers tower, you were always suited up and ready for a moment’s call. So when he saw you that day wearing a burgundy lace dress that was somewhat form fitting, with makeup to match, he was absolutely blown away. You were wearing a black blazer on top which seemed to be a size too large for you, but Steve thought it made you look more attractive. Sure, it wasn’t as fancy as some of the outfits the other ladies in the room were wearing, but it suited you. And he found himself liking it a lot.
“You’re staring, man,” Sam pointed out.
Steve looked at Sam.
“No, I’m not,” he denied, averting his eyes to the bar counter and chugged the rest of his champagne in hopes of getting some liquid courage to talk to you. It wasn’t doing much to get him drunk, though. He didn’t even feel tipsy. Works of his super-soldier body, he supposed.
“Steve, I think you should talk to her before one of the other guys in this room gets to her. This is your chance,” Sam encouraged.
“My chance to what?” he asked his friend dumbly. Sam rolled his eyes.
“You know what? Keep playing dumb. I’m calling her over,”
“What? No-” Steve tried to stop Sam from calling you but it was too late.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Over here!” Sam waved his hand and you saw both of them. Your face contorted to a smile of relief as you saw the two men, making your way over to the bar counter.
“Hey, Sam. Steve,” you greeted the two men. “God, I thought I was going to be standing around like a loser the whole time.” An anxious laugh escaped you. Up close you looked absolutely breathtaking. Your perfume smelled amazing, like flowers or something equally as nice, and Steve felt like he’d be okay with dying if he could smell your scent in heaven as well.
“You look beautiful,” Sam complimented, and Steve noticed how you smiled shyly and your nose scrunched up a bit in embarrassment.
“Thanks,” you said modestly. “You both look great too.” Your eyes flickered to his, and Steve felt a breath get caught in his throat. Sam elbowed him, motioning for him to say something.
“Hey, what’s the colour of a burger?” Steve blurted out. You looked at him a bit confused, and from the corner of his eyes, Steve could see that Sam looked absolutely disappointed. Whatever, he thought. His fault for calling her here in the first place when he knows I become an idiot around her.
“Uh… I don’t know. What is it?” you asked.
“Burgundy!” Steve exclaimed. “Just like your dress, which is beautiful by the way.”
“Oh, um, thanks, Steve,” you said dumbfounded. Your fingers found the hem of your dress, which ended above your knees and you pulled it down. Immediate regret settled on Steve and he wanted to slap himself. Who the hell makes a pun, and a bad one at it, when trying to flirt?
“Sorry, that was bad,” Steve said. He spun around in his bar stool so that he didn’t have to see your face, and ordered another champagne.
“No, it was fine. Kind of funny.” You giggled a bit, but Steve didn’t know if it was a pity laugh or a genuine one.
Probably a pity laugh. She probably thinks you’re stupid, Steve thought to himself. The bartender handed Steve his champagne, and he took a huge swig of the bottle before turning back to you.
“Well, um, where did you get your dress from? It’s really nice. I think I said that already.” Steve winced as he rambled and Sam was shaking his head. Right. Steve was making this so much worse by blabbing on.
“Oh, I actually got it from, uh, H&M,” you said embarrassed. “Not the most fanciest store, but I mean, I’m still a part-time college student. I can’t be spending my tuition money on a dress for Tony’s stupid parties, even if there are potential employers here.”
Aha! A conversation topic! Steve thought. Finally, there was a chance for him to not sound dumb.
“Makes sense. Well, the blazer does make it look a bit professional,” Sam commented.
“Yeah, I tried my best,” you said shrugging.
“Where do you study?” Steve asked. “Or, well, what do you study?”
“I go to NYU,” you answered. “I’m studying business. Tryna maybe become the female Tony Stark, if you know what I mean.”
“Really?” Steve asked distastefully. The mention of your role model being Stark of all people, made him frown. You laughed lightly at his sour face.
“Tony isn’t as bad as people make him out to be,” you stated. “I’ve always looked up to him as a kid. He offered to get me into MIT and pay for everything but I felt bad just taking money like that. I’d rather have a job and work to pay for school than have Tony pay for everything. So he gave me a job as an Avenger. I’ve been here ever since, and honestly speaking, I owe Tony a lot.”
“Wish he was that nice with everyone,” Steve grunted. You giggled and god, Steve could listen to you laugh for hours and not get sick of it.
“He loves you, that’s why he gives you such a hard time,” you reassured. Steve just gave you a small smile. There was a moment of awkward silence. Shit, what do I talk about now? Steve panicked. She probably thinks I’m so boring. Steve’s mind raced, yet he made no effort to speak. He simply stared at you. Your eyes flickered around the room.
“Do you want something to drink?” you finally asked, breaking the silence. “I’m sure Tony has something besides champagne and expensive alcohol here. Have you tried cheap college beer before?”
“Uh-” before Steve could even answer, he was interrupted by the devil himself.
“Hey, dear, you’re here! Why didn’t you come to say hi?” Tony spun you around and pulled you into a hug. You giggled and hugged him back. Steve tried not to feel too jealous of the way you and Tony were hugging each other. He shared a glance with Sam, who was smirking.
“You were busy,” you were saying to Tony as you pulled away from the hug. “I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Sweetheart, you could never bother me. In fact, I think I needed you to break into those boring conversations with 60 year old men.”
“Well, those 60 year old men are who I plan on working for, Stark. And you’re almost at their age too,” you joked.
“Hey!” Tony scolded, though he was joking. “Watch your tongue young lady!” You laughed and even though your laugh was the best sound in the world, Steve didn’t like the fact that it was Tony out of all people that was making you laugh like that.
“Falcon. Cap,” Tony greeted the two after finally looking at them. His hand lingered on your back and Steve couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight. “I’m gonna steal her from you two for the rest of the night. Not asking for permission.” He whisked you away, and you looked over your shoulder to throw a small smile and wave.
Steve sighed and turned back around in his seat to face the bar. He chugged the rest of his champagne bottle and slammed it onto the bar counter a bit too hard.
“Dude, you really need to step up your game,” Sam stated.
“I told you not to call her here,” Steve grumbled. “I act like an idiot around her.” He was really starting to feel miserable now. Steve raised his hand, ready to ask the bartender for some more alcohol, but Sam slapped Steve on the back and stood up.
“You ain’t getting nowhere by drinking all this alcohol. You can’t even get drunk, man! Get up, we’re gonna find you a girl for tonight.” Sam began to pull him up and despite being a heavy super soldier, Sam seemed to pull Steve’s weight with ease.
“I really don’t want to do that,” Steve grumbled, but Sam wasn’t listening.
So he tried. He really did. Steve tried to get to know some girls, maybe even flirt with them, which wasn’t hard considering they were falling at his feet with just one word. However, he couldn’t get you out of his head. You out there in the room, greeting guests and talking to people with Tony, looking as beautiful as ever. He just couldn’t get you out of his damn head.
~
The second time Steve thought you were absolutely beautiful was when you had your interview.
It was your internship interview at Tiffany and Co. headquarters. The only reason Steve knew about it was because it was the only thing Tony would talk about for weeks.
“Holy fucking shit, I’m freaking out!” You walked into the penthouse suite where mostly everyone was hanging around. You were wearing black dress pants that hugged your legs, a white collared dress shirt that was tucked into your pants, and a black blazer. The same blazer you wore to the party some weeks ago, Steve noticed. You looked like you were ready for a business meeting except the formal look was killed by the backpack you were hanging off one of your shoulders.
“What’s going on?” Sam asked from his seat on the couch. “By the way, you look smoking. Future CEO is in the house!” Sam whistled. His words made some kind of anger boil in Steve’s stomach. God, why was he getting jealous over a stupid compliment?
“Where’s Tony?” you demanded, paying no heed to Sam’s words. You dropped your bag to the floor while your eyes littered around the room trying to find the genius.
“He’s probably on one of the other floors. Building something or doing whatever it is that man does,” Sam said. You made a face at Sam.
“Thanks. Very helpful, Sam. Friday, where’s Stark?” you asked the AI instead.
“I’m here!” he announced before Friday could answer. Tony grabbed your arms, spreading them wide and looking you up and down. “Oh dear, you look like a hot mess.”
“You’re glaring,” Natasha mumbled from where she was seated beside Steve.
“No, I’m not,” he denied, but he was a damn liar. He tried, but his eyes refused to tear away from you and Tony.
“Honey, that white shirt is too plain! You need to wear something nicer, something that pops and makes you look hot,” Tony critiqued. “Why did you even bother dressing yourself, I have an entire outfit already bought for you.” Tony began to drag you away and you let him. Steve watched as the two of you disappeared down the hall.
“Be careful, Rogers. You might burn a hole through the wall if you keep glaring that hard,” Natasha teased.
“Steve, are you really doing this again,” Sam sighed. Steve turned to look at his friend.
“Doing what?” Steve asked dumbly. Sam and Natasha looked at each other and shared a look. Steve knew they were going to be planning something so he spoke up. “Don’t guys. Don’t try to set anything up, okay?”
“Mhm, party pooper,” Natasha murmured, rolling her eyes. Steve could feel his own annoyance creeping up on him, but he chose to not say anything.
“Mr. Rogers is right,” Vision spoke up. “We mustn’t interfere in his love life.”
Steve sent a smile, though it was forced, to the android. Then he returned to the book he was reading before you had walked in, ignoring what the others were discussing.
Steve didn’t know how much time passed before Tony walked back into the room with you on his arm.
“Ahem, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” Tony announced. Steve’s head perked up. There were some whistles from Natasha and Sam, but all Steve could do was stare. You were wearing a totally different outfit than what you had initially been wearing. You had on loose black dress pants with a ribbon tied at the waist, holding it up, and a light blue blouse that was a bit figure hugging. Beautiful, his mind told him.
“I feel very uncomfortable without a blazer,” you muttered to Tony, but Steve heard it.
“You don’t need a blazer. You just need to look good, which you do,” Tony argued. You rolled your eyes at him.
“Y-you look, um, nice,” Steve blurted out. He immediately winced at how dumb he sounded. “I mean, you always look nice but, uh…” he trailed off, not really knowing how to save himself anymore. You gave him a sheepish smile, probably out of pity, and Steve wanted to bury himself in a hole.
“Thanks,” you spoke softly. Tony looked at him, a smirk on his face, and Steve knew instantly that Tony must have figured things out. Shit. Steve cleared his throat and turned his attention back to his book, pretending to be reading once again. He could feel the stares of everyone in the room.
“What time is your interview?” Wanda asked from the couch.
“At 2:45,” you answered. From his peripheral vision, Steve saw you go to your bag and pull out your phone, probably to check the time. “It’s 1:28, but I think it’ll take me a while to head there with New York traffic.”
“I’m driving you,” Tony stated. Steve’s head shot up. You looked at Tony bewildered.
“No way. I’m driving myself,” you said in disbelief.
“Too bad.” Tony went to your bag, shuffled around a bit, and pulled out your keys. “I have your keys, so I’m driving you. It’s final.”
“Tony, what the actual fu-”
“I’ll be waiting downstairs,” Tony interrupted. Everyone watched as he went to the elevator and stepped inside. He winked at you as the doors closed. You turned back to look at everyone, disbelief written on your face.
“Did he really just steal my keys because he wants to drive me to my fucking interview?” It was a rhetorical question, but Steve spoke up.
“Maybe it’s for moral support. You were pretty nervous when you came in.” Steve bit his lip anxiously when your narrowed eyes looked at him.
“Moral support? He’s gonna make me lose the job before I even get it!” You snatched your bag up from the floor and stormed to the elevator, waiting impatiently for it to come back up.
“Nice one,” Sam whispered.
“Shut up,” Steve grumbled.
“Hey, maybe go down in the elevator with her. This is your chance, man. Go get your girl!” Sam grabbed the book from Steve’s hands and pushed him off the couch. Steve stumbled as he got up and made his way to you slowly. He turned around a couple of times and nervously looked at Sam. In return, Sam gave him that stupid smirk.
“I’ll go down with you,” Steve said when he approached your side. You looked up at him, eyes squinting a bit in confusion.
“You don’t have to. I’m fine by myself,” you answered.
“I know, but I’ll give you moral support if you think Tony can’t.” A snort escaped you, and Steve didn’t know whether you were laughing at him or what.
“Okay, Steve.” The elevator dinged as it arrived and Steve let you step in first. He saw Sam mouthing ‘good luck’ from where he was sitting on the couch. In return, Steve stuck up his middle finger.
“Woah!” you gasped as the elevator door closed. “Didn’t know you had that kind of an attitude, Cap.” The way you said ‘Cap’ really made him feel a certain way. Steve could feel his face already heating up. This was a terrible idea.
“Um…” he could barely form any coherent words.
“Joking,” you chuckled. “Sam probably deserved it. Anyways, sorry for snapping at you earlier. I’m just really nervous for the interview. It’s this prestigious company, and honestly, I’m scared that if they see Tony they’ll hire me because of him. Not because of me, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah,” Steve answered. You didn’t say anything else, just simply tapped your foot on the ground and twiddled your fingers. It was silent for the rest of the ride down, lame elevator music playing while Steve tried to think of something to say.
The elevator dinged once again, indicating that they had arrived on the ground floor. Steve turned to look at you and saw that you were already looking at him. You looked amazing, absolutely breathtaking in your outfit. Steve just wished he had the guts to say something, anything really.
“Thanks for coming down with me, Cap,” you smiled. You patted Steve’s chest and headed out. Steve was speechless, he couldn’t move or speak for that matter and his skin tingles where your hands touched him. Maybe it was for the better that you didn’t turn back to look at him as the elevator doors closed.
~
The third time Steve thought you were absolutely beautiful was when you were on top of him.
Okay, so you were on top of him, but not for the reason that his boyish side would have wanted. He was on a mission. Him, Sam, Natasha, Clint, a bunch of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and of course, you. The five of you were assigned to scope out a potential Hydra base and possibly shut it down with the help of the other agents. It was an easy task, something Steve had done multiple times before and shouldn’t have messed up on, yet he did. He screwed up pretty badly.
The mission had initially started off well, Steve already having relayed the plan of action to the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. It was simple. The base was on a boat so first Natasha, you and him would do a quick scan of the area. Then the agents would come down, each group taking a different spot on the boat. Together, they’d eventually make it to the centre of the boat where information was being stored, and Hydra agents were hiding out. Sam and Clint were to keep watch from above, the two of them staying on the jet with a few other agents until backup was needed.
It would have been quick and easy if that stupid Hydra agent hadn’t tried to flirt with you in the middle of the fight.
Everything started smoothly. Natasha, Steve, and you had made your way down the jet and onto the boat. You looked great in your stealth suit, your mask covering most of your face, and the suit hugging your figure, but Steve tried to not let that distract him.
“Clear from the west wing,” you spoke into his earpiece.
“Same here in the east and south wing,” Natasha said.
“North wing looks clear. Alright, agents come in,” Steve ordered. He didn’t wait for them to come down onto the boat. Steve immediately headed for the door and went down the stairs as quietly as he could. He almost wanted to laugh at how stupid the Hydra agents were. If they were going to hide their cover under the disguise of a cruise ship, they could have at least put in more effort to make it seem like this was a party boat.
“Agents are all on board,” you spoke. “I’m heading down.”
“Be careful,” Steve said. It was directed mostly to you. Steve could hear talking going on, gradually getting louder as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He pulled himself closer to the wall, listening to what he could. Then he opened the door on the bottom of the stairs and went in. It was a room full of people and maybe Steve should have asked for backup before he went in, but he was Captain America for god’s sake. He didn’t need backup.
“Fellas,” he greeted at the shocked agents in the room. Then he launched his shield, knocking down at least a dozen of the agents. They came to their senses, each grabbing guns and weapons and starting to shoot at Steve. He ran back up the stairs, the agents chasing after him. “The meeting room is clear. (Y/N), Natasha, one of you go check it out with the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents,” he spoke into his earpiece.
“Steve? What the fuck did you do?” he heard your worried voice ask, but he couldn’t answer. He spun around on the step he was on and kicked the agent that was behind him, on the chest. He fell backward, taking down a few other agents with him as well. Steve turned back around and continued running up the steps.
“Steve! Answer me, you idiot!” you exclaimed.
“Just-” Steve felt someone grab his ankle and he fell with a grunt. However, he managed to get back up quickly. He snatched the gun from the Hydra agent that had knocked him down and smacked his shield on the side of the agents head. Then he fired the gun at the other agents chasing after him. He ran up the final few steps and burst out onto the deck of the ship. “Backup!” he yelled into his earpiece.
“Steve, you absolute moron!” you shouted. Steve didn’t have a chance to say anything because he was being ambushed. He launched his shield out again, successfully knocking down the first row of agents, but it was like there really was a whole cruise ship’s worth of Hydra agents in here. He thought he was done for, but then he heard gunshots and an entire row of Hydra agents fell.
Steve turned to see who it was and it was you. You did a flip and kicked an agent in the face, knocking him down. Behind you, a few other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were fighting their way towards Steve as well.
“Who’s downstairs?” Steve shouted. He knocked down an agent and slammed his shield into another’s face.
“Natasha!” you called back. Steve heard you grunt as you pulled out a knife and started slashing at agents. Most backed away, however one snuck up from behind and pulled you into their chest. He grabbed your mask and ripped it off your face, holding a gun to your head and having you in a chokehold.
As soon as Steve saw the position you were in, he panicked. He slammed his shield into an agent, knocking them down, and snatched their gun. He fired it at anyone that came in his way, using both his shield and the gun to make his way to you.
“So this is the pretty face behind the mask…” the man said. He trailed a finger down your face and you glared at him, struggling to kick your way out of his grasp. The man chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart, it’d be a shame to kill you. Perhaps I’d take you for myself first before-”
“LET HER GO!” Steve yelled. He launched himself at the man, not even thinking about the gun he held in his hands. As you were knocked to the side, Steve slammed the man to the floor. He didn’t even think twice before raising his fists and beating the living hell out of the man. A gunshot fired and Steve felt a searing pain on his shoulder. He hissed as he fell to the side.
Steve could hear shouting and yelling all around him. He wanted to get up and continue fighting, but he couldn’t feel his arm. His ears were ringing loudly and Steve searched around wildly to see where you were.
“Stop moving, you idiot,” you hissed. Steve felt a weight on his abdomen and he saw you on top of him as he lay flat on his back. He didn’t fight you when you pulled out gauge from your suit and began to wrap his shoulder temporarily. He was starting to feel lightheaded with all the blood he was losing and as Steve knocked out in the middle of the fight, the last thought in his mind was how beautiful you looked on top of him. Even though your face was filled with worry and you were basically a mess with your hair all out of place and your suit mostly ruined, you were beautiful. Then it was dark.
~
The one time Steve told you that you were absolutely beautiful was when he paid you a visit.
Okay, so he didn’t mean to actually end up at NYU. It was a week after the mission where he messed up his shoulder. He knew he had been reckless, but he didn’t expect Nick Fury to have him put on temporary leave from missions. It was stupid, and Steve tried to argue, but he was arguing with Nick Fury who listens to no one. Not even Captain America.
So there he was, all alone in his room in the Avenger’s facility, bored out of his mind. He couldn’t train or go for a run unless he wanted to be put on sedatives, nor could he do anything around the building.
“You should go explore New York,” Sam said to him one day while they were eating breakfast. “This is your chance to explore the city and see how much it’s changed, man. Stop being so miserable.”
Steve simply grunted as he sipped his coffee. But he had to admit, it was a pretty good idea. At least he wouldn’t be holed up in the compound, bored out of his mind.
So he headed out, strolling through New York and taking the subway to anywhere.
It was when he was standing on the subway platform and heard the conversation of a few kids who looked around 18 or 19 years old when he remembered. They were complaining about school work, how they hated their professors so much, and that it was pretty dumb that they wasted so much money on tuition to go to NYU when they had to teach themselves everything. Steve remembered that time you mentioned you were studying business at NYU, and instantly decided that he would be heading there.
He followed the kids, which truth be told wasn’t the weirdest thing he had ever done, but it was still pretty uncomfortable. He felt like a creep the entire time.
When he started noticing the various purple signs that said NYU, Steve figure he had found his way so he entered one of the buildings. There were students milling about and Steve felt extremely out of place.
“Excuse me,” Steve called to one of the passing boys. “Do you know where the business building is?”
“Um,” the boy squinted his eyes in thought for a moment, “this is the arts and science building. You’re gonna have to go all the way back around the campus, past the park, and there’s a bunch of red buildings there. It would be one of those.”
“Oh,” Steve said. He was completely confused, hadn’t the slightest idea as to what the boy was referring to.
“Good luck, man. This place is huge. Feel free to ask anyone else for directions on the way. I have to get to class.” He patted Steve on the shoulder, his hurt one, mind you, and went on his way. Steve winced in pain, touching his shoulder and rolling it slowly to somewhat ease the pain. It was moments like these where he wished the super-soldier serum made him invincible as well. He hated the pain of the bruises and cuts that came after missions and fights.
Steve flexed his shoulder once more before heading out of the building. The spring sun warmed him up as he walked. He tried his best to find the building and even asked around some more, but it was as if he was in the Labyrinth. The more Steve walked, the more lost he got.
When Steve realized that he had been walking in circles, passing by the exact same Starbucks for the fourth time that day, he gave up. He entered the coffee shop and went in, wishing he hadn’t stepped out of the Avengers facility at all. The new times were terrible, he hated how much change had occurred in the span of 7 decades.
He miserably plopped himself into a free seat when he heard a familiar sounding voice.
“-I know! And then he called on Therese and she said the answer and Leonard turns to Brian and is like ‘SEE?!’ I nearly peed my pants, I was laughing so hard.” He turned around and recognizes you seated a few tables away, your back facing him. Embarrassingly enough, Steve could recognize your voice and giggles anywhere. He was that smitten.
“Hey, don’t turn around now, but there’s some blond dude staring at you,” one of the girls sitting with you says. Steve caught her gaze and mentally cursed.
“Wha-” you spun around and your eyes instantly lock. Steve freezes, feeling like he can’t breathe. Your eyes widen and Steve can see the instant panic in them. “You know what? That reminds me. I have to head out now.” You grab your bag and stand up from the table.
“Is that your secret boyfriend? He’s kinda hot,” the other girl states. Steve can feel his ears turning red at the comment.
“Shut up, Mia,” you hiss. “Bye, guys.” You’re heading towards him and Steve stands up, thinking you’re coming to him because you’re looking him right in the eyes. But then you brush past him and head out the door.
“(Y/N)!” Steve calls as he runs out the door behind you. You ignore him and keep walking until you’re away from Starbucks, in a small pathway between two buildings.
“What the hell, Steve?” you snap. “Why are you here?”
“I was just, uh…” He doesn’t know what to say because Steve just notices how you’re dressed in a somewhat baggy, purple NYU hoodie and black leggings. Even in something as simple as that, Steve can’t help but find you absolutely beautiful. You look warm and homey and it’s the exact feeling that Steve needs at the moment.
“Steve?” you ask again. Your voice is softer this time.
“Sorry. I just- I was getting sick and tired of being in the compound all day and all alone, so Sam was like, ‘Hey! Why don’t you go around New York and discover the place,’ and I thought, ‘Wow, that’s a darn good idea,’ so I left. Then on the subway I heard some kids talking about NYU and I remembered that you studied here so I decided I’d come to pay you a visit ‘cause it’s been a while, not that I’m in love with you or anything, haha, that’s weird, let’s pretend I didn’t say that-” Steve was blushing red with his sudden confession.
“Steve, it’s okay,” you giggle, but Steve’s on a roll.
“-I come down here following those kids and I was trying to find the business building, but I got lost. I even asked for directions, but I couldn’t find my way out, so then I saw Starbucks, which by the way, I passed like 4 times because I was going in circles, and- Wait, what are you doing?” Your warm palms are cupping his face and it’s not doing anything to make his blush go away. He
“Steve,” you say firmly. Your thumb caresses his cheeks and Steve shivers. “It’s okay. There’s no need to get worked up.”
“I-I’m not-” he stutters. You cut him off.
“I never knew you talked this much,” you giggle. Steve feels faint. Your face is really close to his, and his eyes, which have a mind of their own, drop to your lips.
“I…” Steve trails off because your face is approaching his. His eyes close on their own accord and the next thing he feels is your lips against his. His hands are weak by his sides, and his legs almost give out beneath him. He stumbles back into the wall of the building behind him, breaking the kiss.
“Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that,” you say, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
“God,” Steve says, his voice weak and almost coming out as a whine, “you’re so beautiful.”
“Oh.” This time you’re blushing.
“I just- Maybe you don’t feel the same way, but I like you so much, (Y/N). You’re so perfect.” Steve’s heart is pounding and now that he’s confessed everything, he feels like he might die because what if you don’t like him back?
“I know. You were so obvious about liking me,” you giggle. Your hands hold onto his arms. “I like you too, Steve.”
His heart nearly burst at the confession. A surge of confidence flowed through him and Steve launched himself forward, pressing his lips against yours.
Sure, he was Captain America and had been injected with the Super-Soldier serum which supposedly made him bigger and stronger, but Steve never felt more vulnerable than he did at that moment. He felt like Steve Rogers, the skinny and weak 16-year-old boy in Brooklyn who was usually found in alleyways getting beat up, except this time he was on Cloud 9 and he was kissing you.
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BTS - Drunk sex with Jimin
Contains: Smut. Fingering. Oral sex. Vaginal sex.
[AN: Although this scenario can be enjoyed on its own, we imagine the girl here to be Angel who has featured as a secondary character in several of our headcanon fics. This scenario is set during Supreme Boi’s Boat Party (read the fic here) and is also mentioned in hindsight in Jimin’s Phone Sex scenario (here). Read more about our headcanon universe and characters here.]
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Jimin didn’t need much convincing. He could see a group of men, a little older than him, on the sunny deck of the large yacht, not far from the small cluster of women. Supreme Boi had been right, if he didn’t make his move now, one of those men would certainly not hesitate to snap up the chance. He considered whether he should risk it and try talking to the girl with the burgundy hair who he had first seen at a house party, some months before. She was the shortest among the women and stood out the most; her breasts were obviously enhanced and the dress she wore, low cut and silky, revealed more than enough to get him feeling a little hot under the collar. The amount of alcohol in his system didn’t help on that front either. He had felt a little dizzy on his walk across the deck.
Despite this, he was automatically drawn to the bottle-blonde standing beside her. She wore a scarlet dress which stopped just above her bare, tanned knees and also displayed a nice amount of bust. She was laughing loudly at something the girl opposite her, black haired with glasses, was saying and he thought she looked beautiful in the sunlight, her skin glowing. She clutched a bottle of pink coloured wine in her hand and sipped from the lime green straw which protruded from the slender neck.
As Jimin walked over to her, she looked straight at him and smiled. He felt his heart leap in his chest and a warm tingle in his trousers. The last time he had been with her had been at the house he shared with his band members when she had payed him a visit, half a year before. They had started to kiss almost straight away before she had leaned over him and taken him in her mouth. He had lasted last than five minutes. She had a very talented tongue.
“Hi.” Jimin smiled as he reached her. Her friends automatically parted to make room for him, with two of the girls choosing to walk to the other side of the deck, only the black haired girl remained in place.
“Hello.” She smiled as she took a small sip of wine from the bottle.
“What are you drinking?” He reached over for the bottle, sliding it from between her fingers before taking a sip himself. He reached out with his other hand and started to lead her away from her friend and towards the set of stairs which led below deck. She turned to her friend and wiggled her eyebrows dramatically, grinning as Jeong-sun grinned silently in response, shrugging her shoulders.
“You look really pretty today. I like your dress.” Jimin smiled as they reached the bottom of the stairs. He handed her the bottle back. They could hear Namjoon and his girlfriend talking in the next room, the conversation sounding a little heated. He led her down the narrow corridor which led to a series of bathrooms, function rooms and guest bedrooms.
“Oh, thanks.” She beamed in response, genuinely flattered by the compliment. “It was from H&M. Jeong-sun helped me pick it out.”
“Who?” The name did not ring a bell.
“My friend, with the glasses.” She nodded upwards, indicating that her friend had been standing beside her on the deck. He shrugged.
“She has good taste. Red really suits you.” He grinned, remembering the red bra and see through shirt she had been wearing on the first day they met. They reached out and he turned the glass doorknob of a room, peeping inside before closing it. “Bathroom...” He said quietly before trying the next. Now they were below deck, in the cool air conditioned air, he was feeling a little better than before. He had discarded his drink of punch on deck. He didn’t know what strange combination of alcohol had been put in it, but it had started to make him feel queasy.
The next door opened onto a large, luxurious bedroom. He grinned at Angel and closed the door behind them, turning the lock quickly. There was a double bed standing against one edge, the sheets white, crisp and pristine. They walked, holding hands into the centre of the room. The large window gave view onto the blue sea and sunny sky.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” Angel smirked, turning her body so that she was face-to-face with Jimin.
Jimin grinned cheekily, a pink blush spreading over his cheeks. “Maybe...” He smoothed his thumb over her knuckles.
“What if I say no?” She teased, reaching out with the hand clutching the bottle and giving him a gentle push in the centre of his chest. He laughed softly.
“Are you going to?”
She leaned forward and kissed him firmly. He moaned a little in response as she opened his lips against his, pressing her body closer. Reaching between their bodies, he gently removed the bottle from her hand, worried that it would spill in their excitement. He placed it on the small, rococo style table beside him before slipping his hand up to press against her breast. The other hand continued to stroke the back of her hand gently, running his thumb along the grooves and bumps of her fingers. She slowly untangled their hands after a few moments and reached upwards to his face, running both hands along his prominent cheekbones before encouraging him to move to her cleavage, pulling him downwards. He complied enthusiastically, kissing along her chest with his pouty, lips. She moaned gently in reply and he grinned against her skin, knowing how turned on he was making her.
“You’re lips are so soft.” She gasped from above him. He moved his hand upwards and brushed her long, golden hair over one shoulder, revealing one side of her bronze neck which he started to kiss passionately, using his other hand to reach down and run along her exposed thigh, his fingers skimming the smooth hem of her red dress. In response, she skimmed her hand slowly across his crotch, tracing the outline of his stiffness with her fingertips. He let out a whiny, throaty moan and unzipped her dress from the back, allowing it to drop straight downwards to the floor as he reached back and un-clipped her red, strapless bra, exposing her perky breasts. Her mouth lulled open as Jimin moved forwards and captured one of her pink nipples between his lips, sucking on it gently before slowly letting it go and moving to the other. As his mouth moved against her, she slid his light summer jacket off his shoulders and started to unbutton his loose fitting white and blue striped shirt. As she reached his chest, he pulled away from her breasts and straightened himself up to grant her better access. She finished undressing his upper half and slowly sank to her knees and began to work on his black trousers.
He gasped as she reached out and squeezed him through his black underwear, pulling his pants and boxers down his legs and encouraging him to step out of the pool of fabric. She smirked as he smoothed her dyed locks away from her face and held her hair back as she moved forward, opening her mouth against him and sinking down against his stiffness, taking his entire cock into her warmth in one go. A throaty noise escaped his parted lips as he closed his eyes. She slowly backed back up, her mouth slick against him as she let him go, circling the blushed tip of his cock with her tongue.
“That feels amazing...” He gasped, opening his eyes and watching her. She smiled against him, locking his gaze as she took him back in leisurely, looking surprisingly elegant and lady-like on her knees. It was better than last time; the alcohol in his system was making him incredibly horny and the sight of her, in only her red lace panties and heels was almost too much to bare. “You’re driving me crazy...” He whined.
Grinning in response, Angel began to increase her pace against him, somehow still remaining surprisingly graceful as she sucked in her cheeks, increasing the pressure on his shaft. He groaned as she cupped his balls in her palm, running her long, manicured fingernails against him gently. Reluctantly, he reached down with his spare hand and brushed her highlighted cheekbone, encouraging her to stop. She let him go with a soft pop, his pink tip resting against her lips.
“Don’t you want me to keep going?” She asked with a pout, her long eyelashes flickered briefly.
Jimin smiled down at her, his own cheeks stained pink. “It’s not fair that you get to make me feel so good.” He reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet slowly. She let go of his cock. “What about you?” He reached between her thighs and rubbed the centre of her lacy french knickers slowly. She was already wet.
“Do you like the feel of my pussy?” She smiled after a few moments.
“Let me get closer...”
He moved his hand to waist, grasping each side and slowly pulling her panties down over her long, tanned legs. She stepped out of them easily, sliding off her shoes in the process. He slipped two fingers between her slick folds, brushing her slit delicately. He gasped a little in surprise and pleasure as the pad of his index finger connected with a small, metal hoop, just above the swollen nub of her clit.
He smiled. “I like this...” he brushed the piercing between two fingers carefully. She groaned in response. “I want to see...” He muttered, his voice breathy.
She allowed him to edge her to the double bed and slide her down onto the crisp, cool covers. She spread her legs for him as he crawled onto the sheets in front of her, revealing her flushed pussy. He admired her; pushing his fingers against her opening to lubricate them before trailing them back up, circling the little, gold hoop and touching her clit delicately. After a minute, he let her go and moved up her body, pressing his lips to hers and cupping one of her breasts gently.
“Do you want to?” He breathed against her, his mouth tasting of coconut and rum.
She nodded. “Yes.” Then, a little coy afterthought: “Do it gently...”
“Are you taking the pill?” He asked.
"Just pull out, it’s fine.” She gasped against him as he nestled his slender hips between her legs and pushed forwards slowly, sinking into her. She gasped as he buried himself easily into her slickness, moving his lips back to hers and kissing her over and over as he started to move against her, slowly at first but soon increasing his pace. She did not complain; instead gasping into his mouth, tasting of raspberry flavoured wine.
He moved his mouth down from her lips to her breasts and gently sucked her nipples as he moved his hips gracefully, keeping a perfect pace as they moaned in unison. He pulled away and ran his hand through his blonde locks as he felt himself getting closer to release. A red stain spread across his cheeks and chest as he rolled his body against her, a sheen of perspiration spreading across his furrowed brow. Other than the blush, his face had started to become increasingly pale as the effects of the mysteriously mixed alcoholic punch began to take effect.
“Are you okay?” Angel whispered, noticing his change in colour.
“Yeah, fine...” He gasped, brushing his hair back again. He did not slow down.
“Are you going to cum?”
He nodded, his damp hair flopping forward once more, covering one eye sexily. “I think so.” His voice was breathy and sensual.
Angel moaned as he began to buckle against her. “Do it here...” She reached between her thighs and grasped the base of his cock, smoothing her hand against his soft tangle of pubic hair and slipping him out of her. She squeezed him a little tighter as his hips snapped against her upper thigh, spilling his pearly, white seed onto her caramel coloured skin. He had a lot to give and she groaned as it shot out of his pink tip in discordant bursts. His forehead shone with sweat as he finally finished with a gasp.
“Are you sure you are okay?” She asked, concerned, as he pecked her lips, once and moved slowly off the bed.
“Yes.” He brushed his hair back again. “I just feel a bit hot, that’s all.”
Angel reached down between her legs and grasped a handful of the white sheets before wiping his semen from her upper thigh. “Do you want some fresh air?” She asked, not looking up as she cleaned herself. “We should go back up on deck. The day will have cooled down by now...”
“Yeah.” He called from across the room, reaching down to pick up his discarded boxer shorts. “Let’s get dressed...”
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Summer Love
PJM x Reader
Genre: Smut and slight fluff, Friends to Lovers AU,
Warning(s): M for Mature, Dirty talk, language.
Summary: Y/N and Jimin knew each other since they were in kindergarten and initially he only saw her as a sister but as time went on, he started seeing her in other ways and wanted her. Then one summer everything changed for the both of them.
A/N: This is my first fic! I hope you enjoy it and some constructive criticism and suggestions would be gladly appreciated! PSA: Have safe sex !!
It was a scorching hot day at your place even with all the windows and doors open, Y/N and her mother were waiting for the carpet to dry up only to realize that it would take more time than they could wait there for, Y/N was getting restless and wanted to visit her neighbor, so she walked a min down her street and rang the doorbell, Your favorite aunty opened the door and welcomed you in, “Heyyy! How’ve you been Y/N?” She asked, “I’ve been super busy but good!” You answered. You were proud of your outfit for that day which was a cropped burgundy tshirt with tight yoga leggings which outlined your curves very well and a a high pony to keep hair out of your face, with of course a red velvet scrunchie... you were really into the color red for some reason.
As you sat down and started talking to her you noticed a tall, tanned and handsome figure enter the room in his pajamas. You knew instantly who it was... Park Jimin. You two had a confusing relationship, but part of you enjoyed it, you were “friends with benefits but not complete benefits” you two had always stayed in touch and he considered you attractive and was desperate to fuck you, but you were a minor and he wasn’t. Not to mention the fact that both of you were virgins. You exchanged eye contact and looked away as you felt your cheeks slightly heat up as he raised his eyebrows at you.
You were ushered into the kitchen by his mom and were served some food since you had not had lunch, before you were served you felt a pair of eyes staring right through you. You smirked and thought, “Just a little bit of teasing can’t be so bad, can it?” As you pretended to stretch your back by jutting your ass in his direction. You turned around to see the same eyebrow raise again and you silently cheered at the progress you had made.
A few minutes later he came out of the shower in a navy blue button up with a pair of orang-ish pants and went straight to his room, you were already in front of his hallway mirror fixing your hair when you heard his deep but somewhat rusky voice from behind her, “Hair up or down?” He asked fixing his hair in the mirror as well, you stared at his hair for a good second before saying “Hair up.” And went back to applying your lip balm. He walked into his room and sat down and said in his deep but husky voice, “What’s poppin?” Your stomach jumped a little and spoke steadily trying to hide the quiver in your voice, “It’s been busy, I’m just waiting to take a dip in my pool honestly.” At that he chuckled a little which surprised you but you hid it. “Going to meet a high school friend eh?” You asked, “Yeah” he answered.
It was awkward silence after that for a few moments and both of you were on your phones. You were on snapchat when you got a notification saying, “Jiminie💕 is typing...” You peeked a side glance before you got another notification that he was done typing:
Jiminie💕: Can have a peek at that ass doe?
You looked at him with a look that said “seriously?” and he whispered, “Just a peek.” He slightly pleaded. You anyways couldn’t handle the sexual tension that was in the air so she thought why not. “Fine.” You said as both got up and came closer to each other, Jimin’s lips came on yours quick and slightly needy which took your breath away but the kiss was short lived as You were immediately turned around and felt his member grind up against your ass and even gave it a nice tight slap with such intensity y/N’s tight yoga pants were pretty thin which meant you felt it all and gasped, but suddenly Jimin’s hand came over your mouth to silence that gasp knowing both of your parents were right down the hall, keeping it quiet was essential. He pulled your leggings down to ogle at your ass which kind of embarrassed you but you were to aroused to care. “God damn...” he said as he stared and slowly kneaded the flesh.
He then sat on the bed and pulled you close and had you sit on one of his thighs which was kind of uncomfortable for you so as a bold move you decided to straddle his hips. Jimin in response to your move then just laid back saying, “Do your thing boo” which made you freeze. That was the only problem, you’d always let him do what he wanted so you never knew what to do, “You know I don’t know what to do.” In a matter of fact tone. He then sat up and then started kissing you sensually while playing with her nipple, heightening your senses as he knew just when and where to apply pressure and when and where not to. You were quietly whimpering hoping for more while a couple of tongue slips were going on simultaneously which did nothing but dampen the area between your legs.
In response to his tongue and fingers you grinded up against him to which he made a small grunt and tightened his grip on your ass, Y/N smirked in satisfaction. Your kiss came to an end when he broke the kiss. Y/N was in a euphoric state of mind and her lips were still a little wet from her make out session with Jimin as she got off him and went back to her phone.
Jimin then stepped out of the room for something and came back to seeing your ass right up in his face as soon as he entered, which did nothing but tempt him to do it again, he silently came up from behind you and spanked your ass once again, you immediately reacted, “Hey!” Turning around with a playfully questioning look on your face to which he admitted with his hands up in defeat, “I couldn’t help it.” You rolled your eyes and went back to your phone.
A few moments later you felt the house go quiet only to realize there were no adults except for you and Jimin. “Where did everyone go?” You questioned as you moved to his corner of the room where the window was to see. “Out for a walk” he replied. You didn’t hear him stand up but you suddenly felt a blow of warm air fanning the expanse of your neck as you tilted loving the feeling of his breath on you and the small pecks he was giving causing breathy moans to spill from your lips, soon those tiny pecks turned into harsh suckling on your neck as lovely blossoms bloomed over your neck until he found your sweet spot and left a dark purple mark earning a hearty moan from you, “Jiminnn...” He immediately stopped and reminded you what to call him.
Jimin proceeded to remove your clothes out of which your slim figure slipped out of only to feel super conscious about you being nude in front of him, you immediately covered your breasts and crossed your legs. “Babygirl you’ve got a great body, don’t be shy ok? And definitely not with me. Wow.. my favorite bra babygirl.” He said in the softest voice ever which was a severe swerve from his previous tone of voice. You nodded and weakly smiled. You ogled at him taking his shirt off and slipping out of his pants to see his hard member bugle out. Your mouth watered slightly as you heard him smirk and say, “Like what you see? Care to help me though babygirl?” Before you went down on him you warned him “I’ve never done this fyi so yeah..” hinting at how inexperienced you were. You rolled a condom on and went for it.
You gave the hard tip a nice lick; Jimin shuddered “Fuck babygirl...go on, don’t tease daddy... but since you did, you’re not allowed to touch yourself as you suck my dick, understood?”You nodded. You decided to surprise him by taking him whole in one go which was surprisingly easy for you.. you thanked yourself for having an overly flexible jaw and an amazing gag reflex. “FUCK!” His head flew back and eyes shut in ecstasy. You created a steady rhythm with Jimin’s hand on the back of your head and soon enough he was a sweating hot mess “Shit baby- F..fuck! I’m-c..close!” He stuttered out. And before you knew it his warm release was filling up the condom and his breathing was steadying itself slowly.
You got back up and turned to throw the tied up condom when you were pushed up against the wall to see Jimin’s brown eyes staring back at you with his face right in front of your throbbing core, “P-pleaseeee daddy.” You begged, sucking him clean turned you on so much that you couldn’t even touch yourself! He started off with small swipes on your clit, you were a hot mess under his control and you loved it. He then sped things up by hoisting your leg on his shoulder and flicking his tongue
while secretly slipping two of his long digits into you making you moan out his name, “Fuuuck daddy.. yesss ohmygod!”. “That’s it babygirl, I want to hear your beautiful moans filling this room up!” He said as he added a third digit and sucked harshly at your clit. Soon you felt the knot building up in your abdomen coming close to exploding. “Daddy... I’m so..so close!” You panted out “Come for me my love.” Said Jimin and that was it, you came hard, so hard around his digits and mouth that you were panting and he had only fingered you. He slid his fingers out of you and gave your clit a quick suck to which you shuddered out of the sensitivity.
“Jump.” He ordered and you jumped to wrap your legs around his waist as he led you to the bed and laid you down to go and wear a condom. He then came back and was already positioning his hard tip at your entrance but looked up at you before doing so, “Are you sure you’re ready?” He asked genuine concern flashing across his face. You vigorously nodded “Yes..I am.” You huffed out not realizing the breath you were holding in. You were already dripping from his previous stunt that your juices were a natural lubricant. You gasped and groaned a little at the intrusion which made Jimin stop abruptly, “You good Y/N?” “Yeah, keep going.” You huffed out. The stretch made both of you moan “Fuck babygirl you’re so tight... oh my god!” He said as he was completely inside of you at this point. “Are you ready princess?” He asked before moving. You nodded as you couldn’t take the stillness. He started off slow and rhythmic. Pain soon turned into pleasure for you as relieved moans were oozing out your plump lips. You couldn’t believe this was happening and the thought of doing this when both your parents could come back home any moment turned you on immensely.
“Daddy..” you said. “Yeah babygirl?” Jimin asked as he stared into your eyes with nothing with love and lust “Harder.” you said. “You gotta beg for it baby doll.” He said as a sly smirk painted his face. “Pleaseee daddyyyy!” You begged knowing how much it turned him on. He then sped up and rubbed your clit simultaneously which made your eyes roll into the back as you saw nothing but stars as your back arched into him. “You’re beautiful baby.” He said as he saw you. He played with your breasts again which heightened your senses as you moaned his name out again. He flipped you over and fucked you so well you were on cloud nine thanks to him, you felt a hand come down on your ass, “You like that babygirl?” He teased as you moaned in response and earned yourself another slap except on the other side as he pulled your hair while doing so. You both were a moaning mess as both of you were close to your climaxes. “Daddy... I’m close.. ah! Fuck!” You held onto him for dear life since he was making you feel so good. Your impending orgasm crashed over you like a giant wave. You clenched around him so tightly he climaxed with you too, “Fuck baby, you were amazing. Yes just like that!” He said as he helped himself and you ride your high out.
You both were glistening in sweat, the glow that you heard celebrities get after sex is what both of you had. He removed himself from you and went to throw the used condom away and came back with towel, you were too tired to move. “Ahh!” You jumped as you suddenly felt a rough yet soft material on your sensitive core. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s ok. I’m just cleaning you up.” “Oh” you said relieved. He helped you up as you were still weak but not that bad. You both looked at each other in love at how such a sweet angel can be such a dominating man in bed.
Jimin’s POV: “God she’s glowing. I can’t believe she’s my first....”
He snaked his arm around the small of your waist once again and this time you felt it. He pulled you close and kissed you passionately but that was interrupted when both of your heads turned to the sounds of your parents coming back from their walk. You looked at each other, eyes wide as saucers “Fuck.” You both said as you scurried around grabbing clothes, “Throw me my pants babe.” “Throw me my bra.” You both threw each other their respective clothes and fixed your appearances to the best of each of your abilities. You were grabbing you bag and heading out when your hand was tugged back. You turned to see Jimin staring at you, “I hope you’re ok Y/N.” He said in the most genuine tone ever it melted you. “I have never felt better, thank you Jimin.” You said as you kissed his smooth forehead. As you turned around to leave you felt a sharp sting on your ass. “Ou-!” You couldn’t complete your sentence as you realized he had slapped your ass once more and covered your mouth again. “We should do this again, what do you say babygirl?” He whispered seductively in your ear. You decided to play along as you grinded your ass on him and replied, “Yes daddy.” As you winked and walked out quietly giggling hearing his low groans to your boldness.
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